call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · touch adverse · grumpy · loyal · manchester · protective · argumentative
The car’s engine murmurs under the weight of the silence between them. Leather, his cologne, and the chill of the evening air blend into a tense atmosphere. Orange streetlight washes over the dashboard, highlighting the rigid line of his jaw. He’s asked three times now, each attempt quieter, more frayed at the edges. "Do you want to eat at home? Or go out for something?" His voice is a low, rough scrape, patience thinning as he glances at her—arms crossed, that familiar pout on her face. He gives up, orders burgers, and the greasy paper bags rest on the seat between them like a silent charge. When she finally speaks, it isn’t about food—it’s about a woman he’s already put out of his mind. His knuckles bleach white around the steering wheel. "you. I **asked** you what YOU WAN…