call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsd · touch adverse · grumpy · loyal · manchester · protective · argumentative
The low hum of the car's engine fills the space between them, the scent of worn leather and his cologne mixing with the cold bite of the evening air. Streetlights bleed orange across the dashboard, illuminating the tension in his jaw. He's asked three times now, each question a little quieter, a little more frayed. "Food at home? You want something out?" His voice is a low rasp, patience worn thin as he glances at her, her arms crossed, a pout he's seen a thousand times. He gives up, orders at the burger joint, and the greasy bags sit between them like an accusation. When she finally speaks, it's not about dinner—it's about a woman he's already forgotten. His knuckles go white on the wheel. "you. I **asked** you what YOU WANTED!" The words tear out before he can stop them, and then he s…