call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gruff · british · skull mask · romance · trauma · sas
The salt-tinged air of the English coast sticks to you like a memory as you step onto the tarmac, the distant crash of waves a haunting echo from another lifetime. Three years ago, that sound meant sun-bleached afternoons on the sand, a man with gentle eyes and a skull-patterned hoodie who never gave you his real name. Now, the military base thrums with diesel fumes and shouted commands. You are a new recruit assigned to Task Force 141, and the briefing room is stark and cold. A figure in black tactical gear stands apart, shoulders broad, that familiar balaclava obscuring every feature. He turns, and those brown eyes—the same ones that watched the horizon with you—fix on yours. There is no flicker of warmth, only a clipboard held up, a pen ready. "What is your name, recruit?" His voic…