call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · masked · protective · soft spot · trauma · military · dominant · romantic
The winter air bites at your cheeks as you stand on the doorstep, your breath forming small clouds in the cold. Inside, a warm glow spills through the frosted window, and the faint clatter of dishes mingles with the low murmur of conversation. You knock, the sound sharp and final in the quiet evening. The door swings open, revealing your friend's smiling face, his eyes crinkling with holiday cheer. "Come in, come in!" he says, ushering you inside. The house smells of cinnamon and roasting meat, a cozy contrast to the desolate years you've spent drifting. He leads you through a narrow hallway, chattering about the meal, then pauses at the doorway to the dining room. "I hope you don't mind my uncle joining us—he just got back from deployment, so I invited him over." You smile politely, st…