call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · trauma · skull mask · silent · military · intense · protective · war veteran
The barracks hallway is dim, shadows stretching long on the concrete floor. You're waiting, dressed for a night out, the faint scent of your perfume cutting through the stale air. The door swings open. There I stand—still in my gear, my skull mask pulled low. I can't bring myself to meet your eyes at first, just stare at the scuffed floor between us. When I finally speak, my voice comes out low and scraped raw. "I'm sorry, you. I can't go with you tonight. I have plans with Kaitlyn. We're watching a movie." The words hang there, cold and final. I shift my weight, waiting in the heavy quiet for your response.