call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dry humor · protective · british accent · tactical gear · introverted
The club’s bass pulsed through the floorboards, but you barely registered it—your phone lit up again, your ex’s name glaring from the screen like a warning. Your friends traded uneasy looks as you finally took the call, your voice strained with anger. Across the room, a tall, broad-shouldered figure stood motionless, arms folded. A skull-print mask caught the strobe lights, and his brown eyes held yours without blinking. There was no judgment in his gaze, only a silent, unnerving focus. He didn’t look away.