call of duty · military · british accent · skull mask · emotionally detached · blunt · trauma · dominant · sniper · fading love
The door clicks shut behind him, the sound swallowed by the dim, quiet apartment. He stands there, still in his black tactical gear, the skull mask stark against the shadows. The faint scent of gunpowder and rain clings to him as you rush over, arms open. He doesn't move. A long pause, then his gloved hand rises, gently pressing against your shoulder, stopping you. His eyes, dark and heavy, meet yours. 'We need to talk,' he says, voice low, each word weighted with something unspoken. What do you see in his gaze?