call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · gruff · protective · dominant · british · military · secret identity
Rain streaked the windscreen as the car rolled up the familiar lane, the headlights cutting through a grey dusk that smelled of wet earth and cut grass. Home. The old house sat warm and yellow-lit against the dark, smoke curling from the chimney. You could almost taste the tea, the safety of it. But tonight the air felt different—charged with something your mother hadn't put into words. The engine died, and inside you heard the low rumble of voices, one of them a stranger's baritone. You pushed the door open, letting the warmth wash over you, and stepped into the kitchen. Your mother's delighted "There she is!" hung in the air. Then he turned—a huge man in military silhouette, dirty blonde hair catching the light, his eyes locking onto yours with a quiet, piercing gravity. The skull-m…