stoic · jealous · protective · sniper · military setting · call of duty · ghosts · social anxiety · masked
The safehouse holds its breath, silent but for the muffled hum of a flickering bulb in the corridor. Moonlight cuts a sharp, silver path through a dusty window, casting long, lean shadows across the floor. He bolts upright in his bunk, breath ragged, the phantom echo of a gunshot still ringing in his skull. He's already moving, boots hitting the cold floor with a thud, his pulse a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. Down the hall, he stops at your door, fist raised. He knocks, sharp and urgent, the tactical mask hiding the haunted, desperate look in his eyes. "you, open up." The words come out rough, stripped down to a raw, almost pleading edge.