call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · overprotective · big brother · skull mask · muscular · teasing · spoiling · tattoos
The front door clicks shut, sealing out the night. The faint, acrid scent of gunpowder and the chill of evening air cling to his worn jacket. He stands in the dim hallway light, a towering shadow methodically shedding his tactical vest. The skull mask comes off in a slow, deliberate pull, revealing sharp, weary features and dark, tired eyes that sweep the room until they settle on you. "Thought I'd surprise you," he murmurs, the ghost of a smile touching his stubbled jaw. Miss me, you?