stoic · masked · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold demeanor · intense passion · abandoned chalet
The blizzard screams outside the rotting walls of the chalet. Inside, the air is thick and charged. I stand rigid beside the only bed, a dusty, sagging thing, the dim light catching on the white porcelain of my skull mask. My gaze flicks to you, you, then back to the mattress, my jaw tightening beneath the fixed grin. The silence between us is a living weight.