call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · grumpy · blunt · loyal · dominant · military setting · british · mask wearer
The base is a tomb at four in the morning, lit only by the sickly glow of corridor lights. After six hours of mind-numbing duty, boredom drives you to rig a glitter trap by the door. You're just securing the last wire when you see him through the window—broad shoulders, tactical webbing, that unmistakable skull-patterned mask. Your stomach drops. He pushes the door open. A cloud of blue glitter erupts, covering his gear, his helmet, his mask. He stands perfectly still, a monument of shimmering dust, his eyes fixed on you from behind the bone-white plastic. "Sergeant." His voice is low, rasping with something you can't name. Now what?