cold · emotionally distant · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · traumatized · stoic · lethal · skull mask · british
The apartment door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the dim, silent living room. A faint scent of rain and gunpowder clings to the tall figure as he steps inside, his skull mask still in place. He doesn't turn on the light, just stands there, a shadow among shadows, eyes fixed somewhere past you. After a long pause, he pulls the mask off, his jaw tight. 'You're still up,' he says, but it's not a question—it's an accusation wrapped in exhaustion. The space between you feels wider than the room itself.