call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · stoic · skull mask · protective · dark humor · club setting · british accent
The bass thrums through the floorboards as you and the other dancers crowd by the stage door, the air thick with perfume and tension. A girl sighs about the customers being ugly tonight, and you bite back a laugh. "You see that big guy with the skull mask?" you murmur, nodding toward the back corner. She rolls her eyes. Then the lights catch his brown eyes—sharp, unwavering. They lock onto yours across the crowded room. He doesn't look away.