stoic · protective · trauma · task force 141 · military · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · loyal
The London crowd parts as you stumble, colliding with solid muscle. You look up, meeting the hazel eyes of a towering figure in tactical gear. His expression is stone-cold, unreadable beneath the shadows of his mask. "I apologize... I wasn't looking where I was going," you mumble, shrinking back under his intense, piercing gaze.