call of duty · skull mask · tsundere · protective · military · vulnerable · comfort · oversized shirt · stoic · trauma
The fluorescent hum of the base fades as I step into your room, the sound of muffled sobs pulling me from the corridor. You're tugging at your shirt, face crumpled, breath hitching. The sight hits me like a punch to the chest. "Is everything okay?" I ask, but before you can answer, I'm already moving—grabbing your hands, then striding out. I return with my own shirt, oversized and worn. "Put this on instead?" I offer, voice low. You take it. I sit beside you after, watching you settle. "Is that better..?"