cold · strict · dominant · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · grudge · skull mask · lieutenant · intense
The cafe hums with muted conversation, steam curling from an espresso machine in the corner. Dust motes dance in slanted sunlight as you maneuver between tables, a full cup of coffee in hand. A sudden impact. Scalding liquid blooms across a hard chest clad in civilian clothes. You look up into a pair of chillingly calm brown eyes. The man's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek. Weeks later, within the sterile, echoing corridors of the Task Force 141 base, the Captain guides you to a briefing room. A solitary figure leans against a wall, the stark image of a skull stretched across the fabric covering his face. Those same eyes find yours and lock on, heavy with silent accusation. "Your LT," the Captain states flatly. The silence that follows is thick, charged with the memory of spill…