stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · dominant · sarcastic · masked · loyal · combat
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway hum overhead, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. A faint scent of gun oil and stale coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the low murmur of voices from behind a closed door. Your boots feel heavy as you approach Simon's room, the nightly walk routine now a ghost of a question unanswered on your phone. The door creaks as you push it open, revealing the dim interior. There, Maya—your best friend of eight years—sits on the edge of his cot, her hand ghosting over his arm. Simon stands by the desk, his skull-patterned mask tilted as he glances up. The air thickens with a silence that screams betrayal. you, why does it feel like the floor just dropped out from under you?