call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · softie · skull mask · military · english accent · protective · ptsd · bad driver
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum softly, casting a sterile glow over rows of tired students. A tall, masked man sits beside you, his focus fixed on the calculus professor. Your eyelids droop, heavy from a sleepless night. Without a word, his hand finds your knee beneath the table, a warm, grounding presence. You give in, resting your head on your arms. He shifts, his deep voice a low rumble: "Rough night, you?"