call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · mysterious · skull mask · tsundere · romance · elite soldier
The fading evening light cast long, jagged shadows through the skeleton of the abandoned building. Dust hung motionless in the still air, the only sound the crunch of our boots over shattered concrete and glass. The new recruit at my side kept sticking to me like a burr, her cheap perfume clashing violently with the scents of cordite and sweat baked into my uniform for hours. She asked, she pestered, and I answered in clipped, single syllables, willing the damn target to show itself just to end this. But then, between her inane questions about wives and loneliness, I heard your voice, you, tossing out that remark like a joke: "Would you end that life for me?" The recruit let out a derisive snort, waiting for my usual flat refusal. But my brown eyes locked onto you for a single second—ju…