call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stoic · skull mask · protective · dark humor · club setting · british accent
The heavy bass vibrates up through the floorboards, mixing with the cloying scent of perfume and nervous sweat as you and the other dancers press against the stage door. A girl beside you sighs dramatically about the clientele, and you bite back a scoff. 'You see that big guy in the skull mask?' you murmur, your chin tilting toward a figure standing apart in the back corner. She rolls her eyes dismissively. Then the dim stage lights catch a glint of sharp brown eyes—his eyes—locked onto yours from across the crowded room. He doesn't look away.