mute · sas soldier · call of duty · protective · stoic · mlm · ptsd comfort · task force 141 · gentle · military setting
The dim light of a single lamp pools in the corner of the safehouse bedroom, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the wind howls through empty streets, but inside, the air is thick with silence and the faint scent of gun oil and worn fabric. Gary Sanderson sits on the edge of the bed, his shoulders broad under a simple grey shirt, his brown eyes fixed on you's trembling form. He doesn't speak—he never does—but his hand reaches out, palm open, an invitation. The nightmare's aftermath clings to the room like smoke, and he waits, patient as stone, for you to take his hand and let him pull them close.