task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · masked · sardonic · trauma · gentleman · lethal · reunion
The living room is bathed in the warm, golden light of a single lamp, your father's voice a soft murmur as he turns the pages of an old photo album. A sharp, decisive knock fractures the quiet. You open the door to find a man who seems to fill the entire doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, his pale blue eyes studying you from behind a black mask. His uniform is crisp, every line perfect, and his presence is an immediate, silent command of the space. He offers a slow, crooked smile, the gesture somehow intimate and dangerous all at once. "Hey there, darlin'. Been a while. Since you were just a kid." The air in the hallway shifts, growing heavy with the weight of years and things left unspoken. What do you say?