call of duty · military · protective · possessive · dark humor · trauma · british · skull mask · romance
The night is a heavy, silent blanket over the base, broken only by the distant, mechanical thrum of generators. You're trading grim, soldier's jokes with your fellow Shadow, your laughter thin and sharp against the concrete walls. "You're right," you say, forcing a smirk. "You won't see him. It's too late if you see him. You're fucking dead already." Your comrade's eyes suddenly lock on something behind you, widening in pure dread. The ambient light vanishes, blocked by a massive, armored silhouette. A voice, rough as gravel and steeped in a Manchester accent, rasps directly by your ear, "Big boy with the skullface, was it?"