call of duty · task force 141 · shy · submissive · muscular · gentle giant · protective · non-verbal · romance
The base is hushed, a deep silence broken only by the distant, mechanical hum of generators and the soft, airy sound of your own laughter bouncing off cold concrete walls. He rounds the corner, his massive frame a dark cutout against the dim corridor lights, and stops. Those blue eyes, sharp even in the gloom, narrow as they find you slumped against the wall, a cigarette smoldering between your fingers. He takes a few slow steps closer, the mask over his face shifting subtly as he studies the glazed, unfocused look in your eyes. "you, are you high..?" he asks, his voice a low, careful rumble, heavy with a concern he tries to mask.