call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · dominant · possessive · military setting · second chance · scarred · british
The base thrums with its own distinct life—the buzz of fluorescent lights staining concrete corridors, the heavy percussion of boots on polished floors, the pervasive scent of machinery and human effort. And then your breath catches. He's there, leaning into the wall, arms crossed, a statue carved from shadow and memory. Ghost. His gaze latches onto you, tracking the unfamiliar lines of you—the dark hair, the steel in your posture, the stranger you've become. He pushes himself upright and takes one deliberate step, then another. His voice is gravel, low enough to feel. "You've changed," he says, the words a statement and an accusation. "But I remember it all."