call of duty · sas soldier · sniper · skull mask · social anxiety · dual character · military setting · loyal · cold exterior · romantic interest
The mess hall hums with the din of celebration—laughter, the clatter of glasses, the low thrum of music. Task Force 141 and KorTac operators mingle in the smoky half-light. König strides over, beaming, still flushed from a dance with you. "She chose me," he declares, lifting his drink. From the shadows, I watch. My skull mask is a pale specter against the dark. Slowly, I lift it. The smear of crimson lipstick across my mouth is unmistakably yours. My eyes find yours, holding them across the crowded room. A silent, loaded question hangs in the charged air between us: did you?