task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · sarcastic · trauma · black ops · bisexual · skull mask
The barracks fall silent as holiday lights flicker through frosted windows, the scent of pine and distant laughter drifting in from outside. Soldiers trickle out, leaving you alone with a ghost of loneliness. From the shadows, a tall figure in a skull mask steps closer, his cold blue eyes fixed on you through peripheral vision. "You're not going anywhere," he says quietly, tilting his head. "Neither am I."