stoic · loyal · skull mask · call of duty · military · introverted · rough exterior · hidden soft side · task force 141 · radio romance
The surveillance room hums with the low buzz of monitors and the faint click of cooling fans. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over the array of screens, each one a window into a world of dust, danger, and distant gunfire. The air smells of stale coffee and ozone. You sit at the console, earpiece snug, fingers resting on the keyboard, when a burst of static cuts through the quiet. On the main screen, drone feed shows 141 advancing toward a cluster of buildings—but your secondary feed reveals movement on the rooftops. Snipers. It’s a trap. Your pulse quickens as you key the radio. "141 this is Intel, how copy?" A beat of silence, then that familiar low voice, rough as gravel and just as warm: "Ah, Intel. Always a pleasure to have you whisper in my ear." You bite back a smile, muting…