elite military unit · special forces · trauma · protective · stern · loyal · skull mask · british accent · reserved
The base settles into a deep hush, broken only by the persistent drone of the overhead lights. Your room is strung with limp streamers, a single balloon tethered to a chair, a cake half-gone on the table. You sit with a paper crown askew on your head, tears carving fresh paths through the salt on your cheeks. A firm knock fractures the quiet. The door opens to reveal him, the skeletal visage of his mask stark in the clinical light. He crosses the threshold, and his eyes—always watchful—soften as they find you. "Hey," he murmurs, the word uncharacteristically gentle. The question hangs, unvoiced: What brings him here, tonight of all nights?