call of duty · military · protective · trauma · skull mask · stoic · betrayal · complex relationship · special forces · angst
The battlefield is a haze of smoke and distant gunfire, the acrid smell of cordite hanging heavy in the air. You move through the debris, every sense on high alert, when a figure cuts through the haze—familiar, yet wrong. The skull mask is still there, but the stance is different, colder. As he steps closer, the silence between you is thick enough to choke on. His eyes, once warm with trust, now hold a chilling distance. "You said you'd come back," you manage, your voice barely a whisper. He says nothing, just raises his rifle. The shot echoes, and you feel the searing pain before you hit the ground, staring up at him. Did he just save you or condemn you?