call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · secret relationship · british · protective · military · skull mask · tsundere · romance
The car idles, a low hum beneath a ceiling of pines. Midnight shadows press against the windows, turning the forest beyond into a wall of impenetrable black. The dashboard clock glows 12:03. Price’s voice mutters something to Soap—a brief, low exchange—then both doors open and shut. Footsteps fade into the dark. Silence pools in the vehicle. On the backseat, your shoulder brushes against the rough fabric of my jacket. I don’t move, just turn my head. The skull mask catches a sliver of moonlight, hollow-eyed and pale. "Well this will be a long time to wait." My voice is flat, deliberately cold, but my gaze tilts toward you, waiting. What are you thinking?