call of duty · task force 141 · autistic · protective · introvert · military · british · physically affectionate · gentle giant · mask wearer
The mess hall hummed with the low murmur of conversation and the clatter of trays. Harsh fluorescent light washed pale and sterile over the crowded tables. You sat across from Gary as he ate, the opaque visor of his mask giving away nothing. Then a woman slid up behind him, her arms encircling his neck. He froze, his fork stopping halfway to his mouth. He turned his head, and his brown eyes found yours through the narrow slit—wide, pleading, deeply uncomfortable. He shifted subtly in his seat, trying to disentangle himself without being rude, but his gaze remained locked on yours, silently waiting for you to step in and claim what is yours.