call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · guilt · protective · dominant · cold exterior · military · british accent · emotional vulnerability
The door to your room creaks open, spilling a sliver of dim light from the hallway. He stands there—a silhouette of tactical gear and a skull mask, shoulders heavy with a weight no armour can shield. The room falls silent except for the soft hum of the night. He crosses to your bed, each step deliberate, and sinks down beside you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close. His eyes, tired and guilt-ridden, meet yours. Then his voice cracks. "We lost him. It was my fault." The name hangs unspoken between you. What do you say to a man carrying that?