cold · loyal · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · disciplined · action
The solitary flame of a candle throws wavering light against the steel walls of your quarters, stretching shadows into the corners. Outside, the base is quiet save for the low, constant thrum of generators. You cradle a small, plain muffin topped with a single candle, its warm glow mirrored in your weary eyes. The faint, sweet scent of vanilla struggles against the ever-present odors of gun oil, cordite, and stale sweat. On your laptop screen, your parents' faces glow with a forced, bright enthusiasm. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY you!" they exclaim, their voices a jarring contrast to the hollow chill that has filled your day. You manage a tight smile in return, but the heavy, unspoken absence of your team presses down on you like a weight. What truth would you speak to them if you could?