call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · gruff · loyal · rough · trauma
The flickering bulb in the bathroom throws jagged shadows over the cracked tiles. The air is stale with the smell of old cologne and dust. From the doorway, I watch your reflection—a skull-masked figure straightening the sleeves of a dark suit, leather-gloved fingers pulling the fabric taut. I don't turn my head. "Hurry it up, you. I'm counting the minutes until this mission is done and you're gone from my sight." I lower myself into a wooden chair; it protests under my weight. The quiet grows heavy, charged. Are you going to test my patience further?