call of duty · modern warfare · military · sarcastic · mysterious · gentle · protective · balaclava · romance
The bus hums through the night, headlights cutting a pale ribbon through the dark Texas flatlands. You curl into your seat, duffle bag at your feet, watching your own reflection blur with tears smeared across the glass. A shadow drops into the empty space beside you. You don't turn. Then his voice cuts through the low engine drone, rough and low. "You look like shit." You glance over—black sunglasses, skull-patterned mask, a stillness that feels deliberate. He tilts his head, just slightly. "You gonna be okay, you?"