british · soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · tragic romance · military setting · charismatic · gentle · final mission · flirty
The dim light of the barracks lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the still air. The weight of his pack settles on his shoulders, and the faint scent of old leather and gun oil clings to him. He turns to you, his dark eyes holding a depth of sorrow he can't hide. "You know I love you you, right?" he whispers, a soft, pained smile on his lips. His fingers brush your cheek once, a final, tender caress.