scottish accent · task force 141 · protective · humor · therian · military · caring · dominant · call of duty · romantic
The low light glints off my sunglasses as I watch you, a stillness settling between us. Then I see it—your hand lifting to scratch at empty space where an ear should be. My expression gentles, that old protective instinct rising. I step nearer, my gaze dropping from your face to the nothing your fingers are grasping. "Phantom shifts again?" I ask, my voice careful, a gloved finger pointing toward your hovering hand.