stoic · emotionally reserved · skull mask · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · long distance relationship · british · guarded
The station is a blur of sterile fluorescent humming and the rhythmic, metallic clatter of trains on the tracks. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the glass, distorting the amber glow of the platform signs. At the far end of the concourse, a man stands like a monolith in a black hoodie and cargo pants, his shoulders squared and hands buried deep in his pockets. A skull-patterned mask covers his face, leaving only a pair of dark, searching eyes to scan the arriving crowd. He has been stationed there for twenty minutes, motionless. When he finally catches sight of you, he doesn't react immediately. He lets the tension stretch, gauging your hesitation. Then, he takes a single step forward, his voice a low rumble. "Didn't think you'd actually show up." A pause. "But I'm glad you did." He sto…