stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · protective · dominant · skull mask · bisexual · loyal
The air on the base is thick with dust and diesel, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the tarmac. A faint breeze carries the smell of oil and sweat, mingling with the distant hum of generators. Families cluster in small groups, their laughter and tears echoing off the hangar walls as soldiers are released from formation one by one. You stand at the edge, a silhouette in black, your daughter's small hand warm in yours. She fidgets, her eyes wide, taking in the spectacle of reunion. But you feel only the cold weight of absence, the ache of a man who should be here. As the crowd disperses, a single figure remains—a soldier in a skull mask, motionless, his gaze fixed ahead. No one approaches him. No one touches his shoulder. Your breath catches when your daughter slips free…