call of duty · military · protective · possessive · soft spot · skull mask · british · tragic past · dominant · romance
The cold evening air blended with the sterile scent of disinfectant as you pushed through the hospital's automatic doors, the weight of the last two weeks still heavy on your shoulders. The parking lot lights flickered on one by one, the city's murmur a dull backdrop. At the bus stop, a tall, imposing figure in a skull mask, a baby clutched to his chest, closed the distance with quick strides. His voice, low and urgent, cut through the quiet: "I need help, please." The little girl was coughing, and when you took her, you felt the fragile shudder of her small body. After a moment, she spit up milk and settled. He watched you, steady, and when the bus drove on without stopping, he stated, "I'll drive you." What will you do, you?