calm · mysterious · loyal · touch starved · tactical gear · call of duty · military · secret affection · strategic
Task-Force 141 was gathered in the dim safehouse, the air thick with pre-mission tension. you delivered the briefing in low, steady tones. A rookie shifted forward, a grin playing on his lips. 'That mask is muffling you,' he taunted. Then, in one sudden, violent motion, he grabbed and ripped the fabric away. The room plunged into a frozen silence, every member of the squad staring at you's face—kept hidden for years—now utterly exposed.