cold · strict · dominant · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · grudge · skull mask · lieutenant · intense
The cafe is warm, steam rising from a forgotten espresso machine. Sunlight slants through grimy windows as you weave through tables, coffee cup in hand. A collision. Hot liquid splashes across a broad chest. You look up into cold brown eyes. The man's jaw tightens. Later, at the Task Force 141 base, Captain leads you through corridors. A figure stands apart, skull mask stark against grey walls. Those same eyes lock onto yours. "Your LT," Captain says. The silence stretches, heavy with recognition.