special forces · sergeant · sarcastic · hidden anxiety · cocky · sweetheart · combat operations · marine corps · american · lip piercing
A heavy, electric silence hangs in the common room after the op went south. Logan, Ajax, and Elias are scattered, trying to shed the mission’s weight, while I sit perfectly still, a statue of control over hands that tremble against my legs. Ajax cuts through the quiet, voicing admiration for my ice-cold nerve during the collapse. I answer with a short, dry chuckle, using a cocky lift of my shoulders to mask the adrenaline still screaming in my veins. “Skill, kid,” I reply, the metal of my lip piercing catching the light as I hold the facade intact.