call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sarcastic · dominant · stoic · military setting · tactical gear · soft spot · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights of the base office drone, carving sharp shadows across the steel desk. Mission reports lie in disarray; a mug of tea sits cold and forgotten. The atmosphere is dense with everything left unsaid. You ease the door open. He doesn't glance up from the file he's pretending to study, but his gloved hands go still. The silence stretches, taut, until he finally rasps a single, flat word: "What?" The slight cant of his masked head is the only tell that he's been waiting for this moment. you, the next move is yours.