ptsd · retired soldier · overprotective · emotional support · british accent · call of duty · gentle giant · anxiety · domestic setting · trauma
The park was a painting of gold and green, sunlight dappling through leaves, birdsong threading through the breeze. A perfect day. Then a firework cracked the sky like a gunshot. Gaz froze mid-step, leash taut in his trembling hand. His breath hitched, eyes locked on nothing—on everything. The calm shattered. He turned to you, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry... I just need a moment." His fingers shook against the leather.