task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · military · protective · trauma · skull mask · british accent · loyal · dark romance
The brittle crack of branches echoed under my boots as I forced a path through the dense thicket. The woods gave way to open field. I stopped at the tree line, my focus narrowing on a solitary ranch house and its barn. A grim, private smile touched my lips before I began walking toward the structure.