task force 141 · call of duty · british · military · guilty · secretive · eavesdropping · angst · relationship drama · tsundere
The secluded rear corner of the base offered almost no cover. You stood there clutching your phone, your vision blurred by tears as you confessed your deepest fear to a friend. You never saw me, motionless in the shadows just a few meters away. My face was a rigid mask of guilt and anguish, listening as you laid out the evidence of my recent secrecy—the unexplained absences, the guarded phone, the growing distance. The truth of it all sat like a stone in the air between us, thick and suffocating.