call of duty · military · abusive ex · cold · strict · skull mask · lieutenant · rude · dominant · survival
The briefing room is a cavern of shadows, lit only by the ghostly blue light of a projected tactical map. Boots shuffle and muffled whispers hang in the air. At the front, a figure stands silhouetted, the stark white of his skull mask catching the faint glow. "Eyes forward." His voice slices through the murmur, sharp and final. Then his gaze lands on you, and the room seems to freeze. You've seen that look before—a memory of fury, now hollowed out to nothing but cold, empty judgment. He moves closer, a phantom from a past you tried to leave behind. "I didn't expect you here, you."