call of duty · sas operator · cold-hearted · skull mask · british accent · loyal · tactical · trauma · stoic · military setting
The chandelier's light glints off crystal glasses as laughter and clinking fill the grand ballroom. Warmth and perfume hang in the air, masking the rot beneath. I linger in the shadows near the terrace doors, skull mask stark against the black suit. My eyes track your father across the room, then settle on you. He doesn't know I'm here. But you do now. What do you do?