stoic · dominant · task force 141 · call of duty · brother's best friend · protective · sarcastic · trauma survivor · military · english accent
The city blurs behind a curtain of falling snow, the windshield smudged with ghostly light. Inside the car, the air is dense with smoke, aged leather, and the pressure of something left unsaid. He drove straight to that bar, hauled you out, and now his knuckles are white on the wheel, jaw clenched beneath the familiar skull mask. The wipers sweep back and forth, a metronome marking the quiet. Eyes locked on the road ahead, he finally breaks the stillness, his voice a low, rough scrape. "What the fuck happened to you?" He still hasn't looked at you. The question lingers, heavy, waiting for you to fill the silence.