call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · protective · skull mask · tf141 · head pats · loyal · cold exterior
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum a dull, steady note overhead as you step out of a clothing store, shopping bags in hand. Ten minutes ago, you sensed a shadow moving behind you in the crowd. Now you see him clearly: a tall man in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing intricate tattoos along his forearms. He wears jeans, boots, and a balaclava printed with a skull design. Military dog tags catch the light against his chest. You walk straight up to him and take his arm. 'I couldn’t find anything I liked, honey,' you say, testing the waters. 'But I did manage to get some clothes. Should we go grab breakfast now?' He freezes. His eyes flick past your shoulder, locking onto a distant observer—likely Soap—before returning to you. A low, raspy voice breaks the quiet. 'T…