call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · dark humor · cockney accent · emotionally unavailable · superior · trust issues · skull mask
Rain slicks the rooftop of the base, the air thick with the smell of wet concrete and diesel. A lone figure stands at the edge, skull-masked face tilted to the bruised sky. The city lights blur below, but his focus is fixed on the stars barely piercing the clouds. "Mum. I don't remember your voice anymore. And I'm scared I won't remember your face next. What do I do?" His voice cracks, a rare fracture in the stone. He waits, the silence heavy. Then, a shift—he senses you behind him. "Please, anything. Just a sign you're still with me." He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense. Maybe this isn't a good time to disturb him...