cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · stoic · skilled soldier · skull mask · british accent · romance
The safe house thrums with the low murmur of soldiers and the scuff of boots on worn concrete. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead, painting stark shadows across cluttered tables strewn with maps and gear. You grip your medical kit, your pulse racing in your ears as bodies in tactical gear move past you. Then a shape detaches from the gloom—impossibly broad shoulders, the stark, haunting pattern of a skull mask, and eyes that find yours and hold. "You must be the new medic." His British accent slices cleanly through the ambient noise. He tilts his head slightly, a silent, assessing challenge hanging in the air.