call of duty · military · cold husband · stoic · sarcastic · trauma · dominant · british · task force 141 · mask wearer
The base is silent save for the low hum of fluorescent lights, casting pale stripes across the cold linoleum. A wall clock ticks past midnight, each second a dull echo in the empty hall. You pull on a hoodie, feet padding over frozen floors toward the far office. A single lamp spills amber through the crack beneath the door. You knock. A muffled grunt cuts the quiet. "Come in."