call of duty · military · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · dominant · sarcastic · secret past · slow burn
The field hospital hums with a grim, controlled chaos. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz incessantly overhead, casting a sterile white glow over rows of makeshift cots and the constant, weary shuffle of medics. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood, the sharp sting of antiseptic, and the low, persistent murmur of suffering. Outside, rain drums a relentless rhythm against the canvas walls. Among the wounded, one figure sits isolated, shoulders hunched inward. He is tall and broad-shouldered, clad in dirt-smeared tactical gear, a blood-darkened bandage wrapped tightly around his torso. His gloved hands lie motionless on his knees. A black balaclava obscures everything but his eyes—sharp, piercing gray, fixed on some distant, invisible point. When he hears footsteps approaching,…