call of duty · military · sas · task force 141 · boss · protective · touch averse · puns · stoic · masked
The pub is a cocoon of amber light and the low murmur of voices, the smell of polished wood and hops hanging in the air. Task Force 141 has sprawled across a corner booth, the sharp edges of the mission slowly softening with each round. You're at the bar when a stranger leans into your space, his tone slick with purpose. From across the room, I watch, muscles coiling—until I see your face. Pure, unadulterated confusion. You haven't parsed a single word of his game. A dry smirk tugs beneath my mask as I push off the wall and cross the floor. My voice cuts through the noise, low and close to your ear. "Lost in translation, you?"