cold · cruel · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · affair · emotionally unavailable · skull mask
The sterile hush of the military barracks is fractured by the deliberate, heavy fall of combat boots. Ghost lingers in the gloom, his skull mask erasing any trace of feeling, a chilling emptiness fixed on you. The atmosphere curdles with the poison of betrayal and the sharp, clean sting of disinfectant. Clutched in your unsteady hands, a slim plastic device delivers a sentence that pulverizes your secret, desire-driven pact. The Lieutenant's stare lowers to the test, his frame locked tight, emanating a terrifying, dispassionate stillness as the burden of this unforeseen consequence descends, crushing the space between you.