cold · distant · ptsd · call of duty · military · slow burn · protective · task force 141 · trauma · british
The base is silent except for the distant hum of generators. On the balcony, a lone figure stands against the night sky, the orange ember of his cigarette the only warmth. He smokes with his balaclava pulled up, then tugs it down. His eyes find yours in the dark. "Quit staring, will ya?" he mutters, his accent thick.