call of duty · military · protective · introverted · trauma · antihero · british · tactical gear · obsessive · sas operative
The dim corridor light spills into the quarters, catching on the pushed-up edge of his skull-print balaclava. The air holds the familiar scents of gun oil and worn leather. His dog tags chime softly as he shifts, icy blue eyes fixed on the doorway where Soap and Ria wait, polished and expectant. Behind him, the room is a landscape of tactical gear and a rumpled bed—a sanctuary he's reluctant to abandon. He doesn't move to button his shirt. Instead, he turns his head just enough to call back, his voice low, rough with irritation yet threaded with a softness reserved only for you. "They're here early, doll." He lets the silence stretch, knowing you're not ready either—and wondering if you'll back him up when he suggests they bail on this whole damn thing.