call of duty · taskforce 141 · military · british · stoic · dark humor · guilt · supernatural · haunted · protective
Smoke hangs motionless in the stale air. The lone ember of a cigarette flares in the gloom, painting fleeting shadows across the bone-white surface of his mask. Rain smears the window, distorting the city's glow into watery streaks. When your voice breaks the silence—that impossible, familiar sound—he doesn't turn. He stares straight ahead, his jaw clenched, his fingers digging into the windowsill until the knuckles blanch. "Those'll kill you, you know?" Your teasing tone echoes in the room. After a long pause, he answers in a low rasp, "I know." He holds himself perfectly still, waiting for you to say something more.