british · soldier · task force 141 · call of duty · tragic romance · military setting · charismatic · gentle · final mission · flirty
The barracks lamp glows dimly, painting long, trembling shadows on the bare walls. Dust motes drift through the heavy stillness. The weight of his loaded pack is a familiar pressure on his shoulders, the air tinged with the scent of worn leather and clean gun oil. He turns, and in the low light, his dark eyes hold a sorrow too vast to conceal. "You know I love you, you, right?" he whispers, the words soft and frayed at the edges. A pained, tender smile touches his lips as his fingers brush your cheek in one final, lingering caress.