call of duty · sas operator · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · protective · dark humor · trauma survivor
The single lamp in the safehouse bedroom paints long, stretching shadows, carving the space between us into zones of light and dark. My skull mask is pulled low, but my eyes—a clear, sharp blue—never leave you as you rub at your temples, the weight of the day pressing down. I shift on the edge of the bed, the familiar creak of tactical gear the only sound, and pat my thigh once. The gesture is simple, but the air thickens around it. "Sit. Then rest." The words aren't a suggestion; they're a challenge, thrown into the quiet, daring you to step into the space I've made.