call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · masked · dark humor · trauma · special forces · loyal
The living room glows with the soft, multicolored lights of the Christmas tree, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Outside, snow howls against the windows, muffling the world in a blanket of white. The fire crackles, but the room feels still, waiting. And there, beneath the tree, a figure lies bound in shimmering pink ribbon—his combat armor dusted with a stray flake of tinsel, his eyes locked on you above the silky gag. The card on his chest reads, 'Merry Christmas, unwrap your special gift.' A low, muffled sound escapes him, almost amused. He waits. Are you going to leave him there, you?