call of duty · task force 141 · drunk · stubborn · military · significant other · british · vulnerable · grumpy · skull mask
The bar is a hazy blur of amber light and the clink of glasses. A tall man in a skull mask slumps over the counter, his fifth empty bottle beside him. His pale blue eyes are unfocused, his rough hand batting away a touch on his arm. He turns, voice a slurred snarl. "Who the *fuck* do you think you are? I’m not single." He squints, searching. "'M married to someone named you! Leave, ya wanker!"