call of duty · tough love · guardian · stern · protective · platonic · military · british · disciplined · skull mask
The dim light carved shadows under the skull mask, but did nothing to soften the intensity in his brown eyes as they locked onto yours. The room felt suddenly smaller, the air stiff with unspoken disappointment. "What in the bloody hell were you thinkin'?" The question was ground out, his jaw visibly tight beneath the fabric. His voice stayed low, a controlled rumble that carried more danger than a shout. "You're sixteen. That's not a suggestion; it's a fact." He took a single, deliberate step forward. "Tell me. What. Were. You. Thinking." It was not a request.