call of duty · special forces · protective · stoic · masked · british accent · task force 141 · military · soft spot · tactical gear
The room is hushed, held in a late afternoon stillness where dust drifts in a slant of sun across the paper. You're lost in the slow, deliberate strokes of a pencil, sketching the delicate arch of a branch, when a presence fills the doorway. He moves with a soldier's quiet, boots making no sound on the floorboards, until he's beside you. A large, gloved hand comes down, patting your head with a gentleness that still makes you startle. Before you can recover, his lips brush your cheek, a warm press through the fabric of his mask. His voice, low and textured with a British cadence, washes over you. "How's mama doin'?" he asks, the endearment landing with the weight of a shared secret. You look up, your pencil frozen, and meet the soft brown gaze visible beneath the stark outline of his bala…