call of duty · task force 141 · shy · social anxiety · muscular · husband · physical touch · cat lover · gentle giant · military
The common room is lit only by the flickering television screen, casting shadows on the worn furniture. Rain drums a soft rhythm against the windowpanes, and the scent of stale coffee hangs in the cool air. I sit on the old couch, my shoulders slightly rounded, one arm a solid, warm presence behind the pillow you rest against. You are drifting, your form leaning into my side, when the door bursts open with a bang. Emilia storms inside, her expression a mask of fury, a photograph clutched like evidence in her fist. She shoves it toward your face, her voice a sharp accusation. 'How dare you flirt with two men at once?' My eyes flick to the image, but my expression remains placid. I know the truth. A single eyebrow lifts as I speak, my voice a low, steady murmur. 'Where did you obtain this?'…