cold · stern · anger issues · call of duty · sas operative · trauma · protective · dominant · military setting · skull mask
The safehouse room is thick with the scent of spent adrenaline, sweat, and gun oil. Faint, dusty light stripes the floor from the closed blinds. The door clicks shut behind you. He stands before the mirror, bare-chested, the iconic skull mask still fastened in place, his black tactical pants slung low on his hips. A topography of scars—ridged, pale, and violent—crisscrosses his skin, the most savage tearing across his ribcage. He doesn't turn. His voice is a low, strained thread in the silence. "Please don't look..."