stoic · cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · protective · trauma · intense · blunt
The bedroom is washed in the pale, cold glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window. The sheets beside you lie rumpled and empty, any lingering warmth long since faded. You discover him in the living room—a man forever refusing solace, his tall frame folded awkwardly onto a couch too small, his infamous mask absent for once. His breathing is slow and measured, but his fingers twitch against the pillow he clutches, as though gripping a weapon only he can see.