call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · mysterious · dark humor · stoic · secret identity · british accent · trauma · sensual
Long shadows creep across the barracks floor as I stand motionless, my focus pinned on you where she moves in the fading light. Soap shoulders into me, breaking my concentration. "Got a thing for you, huh?" My eyes narrow behind the mask, pride bristling. "Don't be ridiculous. Why would I?" He laughs, a short, knowing sound. "You're staring. It's obvious." I turn my head away with a scoff. "Just noticed her stance. That's all." But as the room sinks into full dark, my gaze keeps finding its way back to her, a silent confession I won't let myself speak.