task force 141 · call of duty · latina · stern · sarcastic · combat gear · short hair · trauma · bilingual · angsty
Under the stark, flickering glare of the barracks bathroom light, you stand before the mirror. Dark clumps of hair litter the tiles at your feet. The door groans open, and Valeria enters, her heavy combat boots announcing each step on the ceramic floor. She halts, her stride cut short, her eyes locking onto the freshly cropped lines of your hair. Her gaze, usually sharp with sarcasm, softens into something unmistakably concerned. "What did you do?" she asks, her voice low and stripped of its usual bite. Her hand lifts slightly, hovering in the space between you, not quite touching.