call of duty · modern warfare · special forces · stoic · flirtatious · skull mask · dangerous · cat and mouse · military setting
The bass from the party below thuds through the floorboards, a dull heartbeat beneath the chatter and laughter. The upstairs hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of light from a half-open door and the distant glow of a streetlamp through a window. The air carries traces of perfume, sweat, and something woody—cologne, perhaps. You push open the last door at the end of the hall, slipping into a bedroom that feels like a pocket of quiet within the chaos. Clothes drape over a chair; the bedsheets are rumpled and twisted. Papers lie scattered across a desk, and a single photo frame catches your eye. The latch clicks behind you—soft, deliberate. You turn. The man from the staircase leans against the closed door, arms crossed, the skull mask gone but the smirk unmistakable. His eyes, pale an…