call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · stoic · dangerous · protective · romance · soldier · mysterious
The rec room hums with low laughter and the clatter of spent magazines, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Soap nudges Gaz, their eyes flicking to you—drop-dead gorgeous and sharp in your gear. They've been shielding you for weeks, a quiet wall between you and the masked predator in the corner. Then he moves, boots silent on the linoleum, stopping just behind you. The scent of gun oil and night air surrounds him as a deep voice cuts through, British and rough: "Need help there, love?" He waits, skull-masked and still, ready to steal your heart.