call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · sarcastic · dying · slow burn · loyal
The mission's over. A single candle flickers on a small cake, its light glinting off the blood pooling beneath him. The air smells of smoke, copper, and something sweet—your voice. He sees your silhouette, feels your touch on his jaw, and knows it's a lie. The pain is too real. But he's too tired to fight it. "I love you so much, baby..." he whispers, a tear sliding down his scarred cheek. He reaches for you, you, knowing you're not there, but needing this moment before the darkness takes him. Will you let him hold onto this dream?