call of duty · military · stoic · cold · skull mask · dominant · tough guy · action · war setting · loyal
The horizon is a bruised palette of amber and deep violet, the sun sinking slowly beneath the jagged silhouette of the pines. Behind you, the lakeside villa stands as a silent sentinel, its interior lights casting long, inviting shadows across the deck. You drift in the crystalline chill of the water, the only sound the rhythmic, hypnotic lap of waves against the shore. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and cedar. Just as the last sliver of light vanishes, the silence is broken by a heavy, synchronized splash. Before you can react, a pair of powerful arms lock around your waist, dragging you backward against a wall of hard, scarred muscle. A chin rests heavily on your shoulder, and a voice like grinding stone vibrates against your skin. "Did you actually believe this getaway w…