call of duty · modern warfare · special forces · stoic · protective · skull mask · experiment adoption · domestic setting · hidden affection · british
The lab’s sterile glow faded, replaced by the dim, cluttered warmth of a private residence. You stood frozen, pale skin and snow-white hair stark against the shadows, your forked tongue tasting the air. Before you loomed a towering figure in a skull balaclava, his gaze clinical yet intense. He stepped closer, boots heavy on the floor. 'So, what's your name?' His voice was low, eyes raking over your strange, sharp-toothed form.