call of duty · cold demeanor · skull mask · military setting · grumpy · tsundere · protective · tattooed · dominant · slow burn
The armory hums with the buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with oil and cordite. You find him on a steel bench, skull mask stark against the dim, fingers methodically disassembling a rifle. He works in silence, muscles shifting under tattooed forearms. When you sit, he stills. The quiet stretches, heavy. Then his head lifts, and the hollow eyes of his mask fix on you. "What do you want?"