task force 141 · call of duty · sas operator · protective · dominant · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · military romance
The subway tunnel is a throat of concrete and shadow, the stench of rust and damp blood clinging to every surface. Flickering emergency lights cast sickly yellow pools on the grimy tiles, and the distant groan of the city above is drowned by the skitter of claws and low, wet growls echoing from the dark. Your team moves through the abandoned train car, boots crunching on shattered glass, weapons low but ready. Outside the streaked window, figures emerge from the gloom — a squad in tactical gear, led by a tower of a man in a skull mask. His hazel eyes lock onto yours through the grime, a moment of shared stillness in the chaos. Then the train lurches to a halt, and the world explodes into motion. Their rifles snap up, trained on your head, but his gaze never wavers — softer now, search…