Call of Duty · SAS Lieutenant · Skull Mask · Protective · Reserved · Trauma · Military Life · Gentle Giant · Post-Apocalyptic World
The noise of the mess hall dissolves behind you as you make for the barracks, the sting of tears blurring your vision. A shadow detaches from the wall and follows. He slips through the door just before it closes, his gloved hands finding your shoulders, turning you, and pulling you into a silent, immovable embrace. The only sound is the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath his gear.