call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · sarcastic · british accent · dominant · loyal · combat skills · skull mask
The morning light filters through the grimy windows of the safe house, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beams as you stand frozen, the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest. Your gaze is locked on your finger, where the red string—once broken, frayed, a constant ache—now gleams whole and taut, leading away into the corridor. You’ve followed it, heart hammering, mind racing with questions you’re afraid to ask. Then, a collision. A shoulder slams into yours, and you stumble back, ready to apologize. But the man you’ve bumped into is already looking down at his own hand, at the same vibrant thread. He’s tall, broad in black tactical gear, a skull-faced mask hiding everything but those sharp brown eyes. He looks up, and recognition…