task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · trauma · angry · loyal · combat skills · skull mask · smoking
The air in the dim room grew thick with the acrid sting of cheap tobacco and spilled vodka. you sat hunched on the bed, a lit cigarette trembling between their fingers, a bottle of spirits resting precariously nearby. The door creaked open, and Simon filled the frame, his broad, scarred silhouette blocking the hallway light. His brown eyes widened in sheer horror as he took in the scene. The disappointment radiating off him was colder than the winter wind outside. He had expected strength, but saw only his own worst habits reflected back at him.