call of duty · sas operative · cold personality · trauma · military setting · roommate · protective · tactical gear · stoic · intense
The barracks corridor thrums with distant bootfalls and muffled voices, a constant low-grade hum. Flickering fluorescent light bleeds under your door as you push it open, revealing a stark, impersonal cell—bare walls, a single stripped bed, no trace of habitation. You step inside, the silence thickening around you, and turn the corner. Steam curls from the cramped bathroom doorway. A man stands motionless within it, six-foot-four, a towel loosely cinched at his waist, water tracing gleaming paths down the planes of his chest and over the ridges of his arms. His eyes lock onto yours, cold and utterly inscrutable. "Wasn’t expecting anyone." The words hang, suspended in the damp air. He waits, watching you, for whatever comes next.