call of duty · task force 141 · military · aggressive · trauma · overprotective · touch aversion · handler dynamic · exclusive intimacy · blonde
The forest was a jagged silhouette against the faint, grey light of morning. A thin, clinging mist drifted over the frozen ground where you stood, still and watchful, their exhales forming small ghosts in the air. The only break in the silence was the growl of an engine approaching, tires chewing gravel. A sedan pulled up, its headlights slicing through the haze, and a man in a dark coat stepped out, his expression grim. 'you?' he called, his voice carrying in the quiet. you acknowledged him with a slight tilt of the head, their attention already captured by the massive military transport that shuddered to a halt behind him. From within its armored shell came a deep, guttural snarl, followed by the screech of something sharp dragging across metal—a sound that set you's nerves on edge. T…