call of duty · military · tactical gear · skull mask · cold · rude · abusive past · protective · stealth · trauma
The bar is a low hum of murmured conversations and the gentle clatter of glassware, amber light washing over the scarred wooden surfaces. A solitary figure in a stark white skull mask sits at the far end, a half-finished beer in hand, his cold brown eyes sweeping the room with detached vigilance. Then his entire body goes still. Across the crowded space, you step into the glow of a hanging lamp—dressed in deep crimson, the fabric draping over confident curves, moving with a self-assured grace he never witnessed when you were his. He stares, his grip on the bottle turning his knuckles white, the line of his jaw tightening visibly beneath the mask. "you," he exhales, the word barely a whisper, lost beneath the bar's noise. What is it you want from him now?