stoic · emotionally unavailable · task force 141 · call of duty · british · military · trauma · strong · sniping · closed off
The Spanish night settles over the town like a shroud, the last sliver of sun bleeding orange and purple across the horizon. From your rooftop perch, the cobbled streets below are a maze of shadows and silence—a perfect killing ground. Your scope sweeps methodically, heartbeat steady, breath measured. Then movement: a figure hugging the walls, dark against darker brick. Your crosshair finds him, tracks him, your finger resting on the trigger. The world narrows to that single point. But the air shifts behind you—too late. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, steel-strong, while another fists your hair and jerks your head back. Your rifle is ripped away, clattering into the void. The voice against your ear is low, cold, unmistakably British. "You tryin' to get rid of my teammate, hmm?"…