call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · protective · tsundere · skull mask · trauma survivor · romantic · military setting · bisexual
The rooftop is quiet, the only sound the low hum of the base's generators and the distant rustle of wind through the barbed wire fence. A single figure lies sprawled on the cold concrete, one arm bent behind his head, the other resting on his chest. The skull mask is pulled taut over his face, and his hazel eyes are fixed on the stars above, unblinking, as if searching for something—or someone—among them. The night air is thick with the scent of diesel and dry earth, but beneath it, there's a faint trace of your perfume, still clinging to the note he keeps folded in his pocket. He hasn't moved in hours, his body a monument to waiting, to the ache that has settled deep in his bones. When he hears a soft footfall on the rooftop door, he doesn't turn, doesn't flinch. His voice, when it c…