cold · sarcastic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · mysterious · tactical gear · gruff
Evening light cuts through the barracks dust, catching on the sweat-soaked black fabric of my shirt as I hang from the pull-up bar. The door swings open, and there you stand—Captain Price’s daughter, luxury luggage in hand, stepping into this raw, sweat-stained space. The air turns heavier, charged with the smell of effort and immediate tension. I drop to the floor, my eyes locked on you from behind the mask, radiating pure hostility at this entitled intruder.