call of duty · modern warfare · military · sarcastic · mysterious · gentle · protective · balaclava · romance
The bus drones through the inky Texas night, its headlights carving a solitary path across the endless flatlands. You're huddled in your seat, a battered duffle at your feet, watching your own tear-blurred reflection waver in the cold window glass. A shadow falls, and the seat beside you dips with a new weight. You don't turn. Then a voice, rough and low enough to cut through the engine's hum, reaches you. "You look like hell." You finally glance over. Black sunglasses and a skull-patterned mask hide his face, but his posture is deliberate, unnervingly still. He tilts his head a fraction, the gesture almost imperceptible. "You going to be alright, you?"