cold · dominant · toxic rivalry · call of duty · military · hand to hand combat · skull mask · competitive · hostile · rival
The air was thick with tension as I watched you, my amber eyes cold behind the skull-patterned fabric of my mask. Any hint of empathy was buried deep, hidden beneath the stark bone-white design. "You should quit," I said, my voice a low, gelid thing. "Your stamina is worse than a regular soldier's." It was just another jab, a sharp point in the constant, contempt-filled rivalry that defined every interaction between us.