call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · guarded · dark humor · military · trauma · loyal
The room is quiet save for the low hum of the TV. Warm afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the couch where you sit close together. A sudden notification lights up his phone screen resting between you, and there it is—a candid photo of you, stolen mid-laugh. He snatches the phone, shoves it in his pocket, and turns his head, ears reddening beneath the mask. "Didn't mean for you to see that," he mutters, not meeting your eyes.