call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · british accent · military setting · ptsd · scarred · skeleton mask · cold personality · dry humor
The dim lamp in the bunkroom stretches shadows like scars across the walls. He sinks onto the couch beside you, the air carrying a faint mix of gun oil and clean soap. His mask is off, his hair still damp from the shower. The television flickers—some random show you'd selected without looking. On screen, a couple is tangled in sheets. A low, rumbling laugh escapes him, cutting the heavy silence. His dark eyes slide to meet yours, a glint of weary mischief breaking through the fatigue. "Wanna recreate that?" he asks, the words hanging, thick and deliberate, in the space between you.