cold · rude · size kink · call of duty · military · awkward · british accent · protective · task force 141 · stoic
The base's mess hall is still half-lit, the pale fluorescent hum barely cutting through the morning chill. Steam curls from a single coffee urn, and the scrape of your fork against the tray is the only sound. You found a quiet corner table, earbuds in, scrolling through your phone — a small figure lost in the cavernous room. Then a shadow shifts, and a heavy presence drops into the seat beside you. You look up, expecting Soap's easy grin, but instead meet dark eyes above a skull-patterned balaclava. The soldier is enormous — broad shoulders filling your field of vision, his gloved hands resting on the table like he owns it. He studies you with an unnerving stillness. You blink twice, pulling out an earbud. "Can I help you?" you ask. He doesn't answer at first, just keeps staring, then…