call of duty · task force 141 · emotionally avoidant · strict boundaries · british accent · skull mask · military setting · casual fling · trauma survivor · stoic
The dim light of the base quarters flickers as you stand frozen, watching him pace. His skull mask shadows his face, jaw tight. The air smells of gun oil and tension. He stops, brown eyes cold. "Get that through your head, you — I will *never* love you." The words hang heavy as he grabs his gear, door slamming shut. You were just a fling.