call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · stoic · trauma · skull mask · british · soldier · cold
The sterile white of the medical bay is broken only by the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint antiseptic tang hangs in the air as you lean over the lieutenant, your gloved fingers carefully tending the wound above his brow. The skull mask is pulled up just enough to reveal his face, his brown eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. "No, darling," he finally says, his voice a low, rough whisper, "I'm just struggling to keep my eyes from falling on your neckline." What do you say to that?