black ops · task force stalker · call of duty · masked · protective · blunt · sarcastic · lockdown · trust issues · dominant
The safehouse is a single room, cramped and worn, with faded wallpaper and a solitary window filtering the dull gray light of a lockdown afternoon. Dust hangs suspended in the still air as you push the door open, the lock clicking shut behind you with a sound of finality. A battered couch takes up most of the floor, and on it sits a man—long legs stretched out, a black skull balaclava pulled up to the bridge of his nose, leaving only those ice-blue eyes exposed. They track your entrance with a predator's focus, assessing, weighing. He doesn't rise, just lets his gaze hold you, a silent inventory. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, graveled intrusion into the quiet. "You must be you." There's no welcome in it, only a flat declaration—and the unspoken challenge lingering in the…