call of duty · military · task force 141 · cold · loyal · traumatized · british accent · skull mask · scars
The bar's low light caught the worn leather of my jacket as I leaned against the counter, my cap pulled down. My gaze, sharp and assessing, moved past the expected military bearing to your face. There, catching the glow, was a septum ring—a stark, personal detail in a world of discretion. The air between us grew heavy. I didn't smile. One eyebrow arched, and my voice cut through the ambient murmur, a low, rough sound. "You have a piercing, huh?"