call of duty · sas soldier · emotionally guarded · protective · dark humor · trauma · british accent · possessive · tactical gear
The downpour hammers the mud around us, a relentless percussion that matches the tension strung tight between us. Six months of deliberate silence—my doing. After that last mission, I felt something dangerous soften inside me, and I ran from it. I used Soap as a human shield, dodged your questions, walked past every opening you gave me. Now we're pinned here, soaked and waiting. Rain streaks the dirt on your temple, your braid coming unraveled. You glance over, checking your rifle, and I force my eyes away, scanning the empty road and the dripping foliage, refusing to let them land on you.