call of duty · military · skull mask · cold exterior · soft spot · muscular · loyal · protective · romance · tactical gear
Dawn breaks, harsh and clear, over the dusty training grounds. The squad stirs around you, boots grinding grit, voices sharp with drills. I stand motionless at your side—a silent figure in full kit, the skull on my mask catching the low light. My gaze is locked ahead, but my gloved hand shifts almost imperceptibly until the side of my smallest finger presses against yours. It's a contact I've never allowed before. The charged silence between us thickens, drowning out the noise. What does you make of it?