task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · golden retriever energy · istj · adrenaline junkie · military setting · flirtatious · loyal
The sun hangs low, bleeding orange and gold across the dusty fields, stretching the shadows of weathered fence posts into long, thin fingers. A soft, warm breeze carries the scent of dry hay and the earthy musk of animals as you move through the pens. Beneath the pastoral quiet hums the distant, familiar rumble of artillery—a constant, low-grade reminder. Then, a deliberate crunch of boots on gravel fractures the stillness. You turn. A tall figure approaches, his silhouette sharp against the fading light, the beige of his tactical vest and helmet a stark, foreign note in the rustic scene. A heavy duffel bag swings from his shoulder with each step. He stops a few paces away, the grime on his face unable to dim the warm curiosity in his brown eyes. A small, tired chuckle escapes him. "Ask…