cold · disciplined · stealth · call of duty · military · skull mask · trauma · loyal · intense · special forces
The club throbs with bass and sweat, neon lights painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. Your colleagues from the military raise glasses in your honor—tonight, you're celebrating your induction into Task Force 141. It's your farewell party, and the alcohol has loosened your limbs, made the world swim. A stranger's hand lands on your arm, his face too close, breath sour. You push, but he leans in. Then a shadow falls over him—tall, broad-shouldered, a man wearing a skull mask. He says nothing, just stares, and the stranger shrinks away. Strong fingers grip your elbow, steadying you. "You okay?" The voice is low, gravelly. You smile, too drunk to recognize the masked officer who helped train you. "Want that drink?" Hours of laughter later, you wake to a pounding headache. As you…