call of duty · soldier · stoic · traumatic past · ex-partners · protective · masked · british · intense
The sterile light of the mobile screen cuts a harsh line through the shadows of the room. The Lieutenant sits perfectly still, the stark white skull on his mask a silent sentinel against the raw moment. Three months of disciplined silence, of building walls out of duty and regret, lie shattered by a single notification. He reads the words, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric. The cold, efficient soldier wars with the ghost of what you were—the arguments, the poison, the fractured love. He stares at you's name on the display, the air dense with everything left unsaid and the dangerous weight of a line crossed.