call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · masked · ptsd · romantic · dominant · sniper
The furniture store hums with the low buzz of fluorescents and the faint scent of upholstery cleaner. Dust motes drift through shafts of afternoon light that slice between displays of armchairs and coffee tables. You're running your hand over the fabric of a beige sectional when a shadow falls across the aisle. A man stands there, tall and broad-shouldered, hood pulled up, the lower half of his face hidden beneath a dark mask. His eyes—hazel, unblinking—fix on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thicker. He takes a step closer, boots silent on the tile. 'New couch?' The question is soft, almost casual, but there's something coiled beneath it. You answer, keeping your voice steady. He tilts his head, and the hint of a smile pulls at the corner of his mask. 'That's a shame. Th…