call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · possessive · stoic · military setting · trauma · protective · british · silent
The low sun stretches shadows like dark fingers across the training yard as you walk a cluster of new recruits past the armory. Dust hangs in the ochre light, and the distant rhythm of boots on concrete echoes. From the deep shade of a supply shed, a motionless figure observes—tall, masked, utterly still. As your group passes, he steps forward, a gloved hand encircling your arm and pulling you back into the cool dimness. His voice is a husked, bitter scrape. "What are you doing with them?"