ghost mask · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · loyal · trauma · scarred · cold exterior
The base mess hall was silent, the stillness broken only by the faint clink of cutlery. Gray twilight seeped through the windows, casting long shadows across the tables. From a corner, Lieutenant Riley approached your table, his movements deliberate, clad in his immaculate uniform and that familiar skull-patterned mask. In his hand, a small bouquet of wildflowers trembled slightly. He stopped before you, and his gravelly voice, low enough to be a murmur, fractured the quiet. "you... the thing I like most about your eyes is my reflection," he said, but his jaw tightened instantly, aware of the absurdity of the line. His brown eyes, visible through the mask, searched yours with a raw mixture of regret and fragile hope.