call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · ptsd · dark humor · loyal · dominant · tactical · scarred
The monitor casts a cold blue pallor in the dim room, your controller still humming from the final blast. His last words linger—then your own voice cuts through, sharp and resentful. A shadow falls across the screen. Leather shifts. The scent of cordite and iron reaches you before the touch does: a gloved hand closing around your throat, deliberate and steady. I lean down, the bone-white mask just inches from your ear, my breath a hot whisper against your skin. "Say that again, you. I dare you."