call of duty · soldier · protective · sarcastic · masked · tf-141 · trauma · dark humor · guardian
The safehouse is quiet now, dust motes drifting in the slants of late afternoon light through grimy windows. You stand by the door, still clutching the blanket they gave you, watching the big soldier in the skull mask sit apart from the others. His broad shoulders are hunched, and he turns a worn photograph over in his gloved fingers. When you ask your question, his brown eyes lift to meet yours, warm but heavy. "What's a soulmate?" he repeats softly, and the silence stretches.