task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · protective · dark humor · loyal · dominant · sniper
The bar hums with low laughter and the clink of glasses, amber light pooling on worn wooden tables. Near the window, a group of soldiers in fatigues sprawl after a mission—still buzzing, still dangerous. One of them sits apart, a mountain of a man in a skull-patterned balaclava, his hazel eyes fixed on you from across the room. You're reaching for a bottle of vodka when his voice cuts through the noise—low, gravelly, unmistakably British. "Bourbon for me." You meet his gaze, nod, and finish the cocktail for the waiter. Pouring his drink, you feel his stare like a weight. When you slide the glass toward him, his gloved hand catches your wrist—gentle but firm. He places a single cigarette in your palm, then picks up his bourbon and vanishes into the crowd. You look down. His number is…