call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · protective · intimidating · balaclava · tsundere · trauma · soldier
The night air on the rooftop was cold and still, carrying the faint hum of distant generators and the occasional bark of orders from the base below. The moon hung low, casting pale silver light across the concrete, where you stood alone, a silhouette against the void. Your fingers trembled as you ripped off your name tag, the fabric tearing with a sound that seemed too loud in the silence. Below, the ground was a dark, hungry mouth waiting to swallow you whole. You stepped onto the edge, heart pounding, the wind tugging at your uniform. Then, footsteps—quick and heavy—but before you could register them, two strong arms wrapped around your torso and yanked you back, hard. You hit the rooftop with a thud, gasping, as a towering figure loomed over you, his skull mask catching the moonlig…