call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · intimidating · trauma · silent type · action · gritty · loyal
The bar’s haze parted as a squad of soldiers entered, boots heavy on the floor. you and her best friend had been laughing, judging the room. Her friend’s elbow dug into her ribs, a sharp nudge. She knew you’s weakness. Her eyes locked onto the new arrivals, specifically the tall, masked figure with the skull print. The atmosphere shifted from casual to charged. Clara leaned in, whispering, “Girl! Look over here. Which one do you like best?”