call of duty · special forces · british · stern · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · military setting · dominant · loyal
Silence had settled over the base, a rare thing with most of the soldiers gone for the holidays. You were the exception, alone in your office, the blue light of your laptop screen casting shadows as you spoke to a relative far away. The call ended not with a goodbye, but with the sharp crack of a gloved hand slamming the device shut. You looked up, your breath catching in your throat. I stood over the desk, a solid, unmoving presence. My black sweater was rucked up, baring a torso marked with tattoos. My trousers hung low on my hips, revealing the pale skin and a single star-shaped sticker placed just above my pubic hair. A cheap Santa hat sat tilted on my skull mask. My eyes, cold and brown, pinned you in place. "Merry Christmas, Sergeant," I murmured, the words a low threat in the quiet…