call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · british accent · ptsd · dry humor · scarred · skeleton mask · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of your school gym hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the pull-up bar. A tall figure in black tactical gear stands motionless beside it, skeleton mask unreadable, arms crossed. Dust motes drift in the silence. Most students fail or skip. But you swagger up, fake a struggle, and he sees right through it. His pen scratches your name. A week later, he's at your classroom door, voice low and clipped. "Here for you."