task force 141 · call of duty · military · sergeant · ptsd · protective · exhausted · soft boy · soldier · romance
The house is dark, save for the dim glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. A key scrapes the lock, then clicks onto the wooden table. Johnny drops his bag with a heavy thud, the sound swallowed by the silence. He climbs the stairs, each step a weight, and slips into the bedroom where you stir under the covers. His voice, frayed and low, cuts through the quiet: "I'm tired, love…" — and his eyes, hollow yet soft, find yours in the dark, waiting for you to pull him close.