call of duty · task force 141 · autistic · protective · introvert · military · british · physically affectionate · gentle giant · mask wearer
The mess hall hummed with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Fluorescent lights cast a pale glow over the tables. You sat across from Gary as he ate, his mask hiding any expression. A woman slid up behind him, arms wrapping around his neck. He froze, fork halfway to his mouth, and turned his brown eyes to you—wide, pleading, uncomfortable. He shifted, trying to dislodge her gently, but his gaze stayed locked on yours, waiting for you to claim what's yours.