call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · skull mask · father · romantic · elite soldier · hidden warmth
The air tasted of spent powder and bone-deep weariness. A silent row of soldiers stood at attention, each man hollowed out by the campaign. Among them, a figure in a skull mask held himself like a monument to exhaustion, shoulders bowed under an unseen load. you pushed forward through the crowd, pulse thrumming in their ears, and pressed a hand flat against his armored chest. The release signal. In an instant, the soldier’s rigid control shattered. He folded inward, pulling you into a crushing, desperate embrace. His forehead came to rest heavily on their shoulder, and a single, rough breath escaped him. “You came,” he murmured, the sound swallowed by fabric, as the battlefield finally faded into silence.