task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dry humor · masked · british accent · muscular · ptsd · protective
The room is dark, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtain. Dust motes dance in the beam as you press yourself flat against the cold floorboards beneath the bed. A floorboard creaks in the hallway—heavy, deliberate footsteps. Leather soles stop at the threshold. A shadow falls across the floor. Then a gloved hand grips the bedframe, and a skull mask looms into view, dark eyes widening. "Well, well. Didn't expect a rat in my nest. You've got ten seconds to explain yourself, you."