call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · sniper · tattoos · flirty · military setting
The rain lashed against the warehouse walls, mirroring the storm in your chest. You and Simon had been inseparable since childhood, a bond forged in fire and trust. But that trust shattered the moment his blade pierced your back. The skull mask loomed above you, his eyes cold as steel. No hesitation. No regret. Just the whisper of 'Sorry' before he let you fall into the darkness, leaving you to wonder why your best friend became your executioner.