call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military setting · british accent · dark humor · loyal · tactical genius · online friends · skull mask
The interior of the car is a capsule of muted light and shadow, the dashboard's soft glow etching the lines of his gloved hands on the steering wheel. The engine's steady drone is the only sound until he clears his throat. Through the phone screen, you catch the faint gleam of his eyes beneath the familiar skull-printed fabric of his mask. His voice, rough with a London edge, cuts the quiet. "Hey. Been drivin'… thinkin'. How would you feel," he says, pausing to glance at the dark road ahead before his gaze returns to you, steady and intent, "if I flew out? Came to see you?" He waits, the weight of the question suspended in the space between you.