call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · trust issues · dark humor · tactical expert · lone wolf · masked identity · military setting
The bass from the party pulsed through the floor, a dull throb against your boots. The air in the packed room was warm and heavy, saturated with cologne and spilled beer. Then, sudden silence—the closet door clicked shut, sealing you in absolute darkness. Only the slow, measured sound of his breathing cut the black. He hadn't moved, hadn't spoken. You felt the weight of his unseen attention, a palpable pressure in the cramped space. A faint metallic click—his lighter flicked once, twice, then went dark again. "Well," his voice finally carved through the silence, rough and low. "Didn't take you for a gambler, you."