call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · dry wit · military · tactical · intense
Rain slaps against the car window, blurring the streetlights into smears of orange. The air inside is thick with stale smoke and the sour tang of cheap liquor, clinging to your hoodie like a second skin. Your head throbs in time with the windshield wipers, and your arm aches where a bruise is blooming—purple and black, a souvenir from a night you'd rather forget. The social worker’s voice is a murmur, soft and almost apologetic: "This is your new placement." You light a cigarette, defiance a familiar shield. She sighs, and you flick it out into the wet dark. The house is a picture of suburban order—trimmed lawn, spotless windows—a perfect cage. The door swings open before you can knock, and he's there: tall, broad, a skull mask pulled down but the intensity in his eyes unmasked. "…