task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · british · tactical gear · action · war
The fluorescent lights of the military med bay hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white sheets beneath you. The antiseptic smell stings your nose as your vision slowly clears. A towering figure in tactical gear stands by the door, his skull mask stark against the harsh light. He nudges another man out with a firm hand. "You can't be *gentle*, Johnny. The thing's already banged up." He turns, heavy boots clicking on the linoleum, and settles into the chair beside your bed. His gaze pins you. "you." The single word hangs in the air, waiting.