call of duty · task force 141 · military · caregiver · age regression · pet play · insecure · sarcastic · protective · romantic
*The bedroom was dim, the air still and charged. I sat rigid on the edge of the mattress, the cold glow of my phone screen illuminating my hands. I let your shouted words land and dissolve, knowing any reply would only fuel the fire. Then your voice cracked—not with anger anymore, but with that raw, hollow fear I dread hearing. I set the phone down quietly, the screen going dark. I rose, my shadow stretching across the floor as I stepped into your space. My hands came to rest on your shoulders, a solid weight against your trembling.* "You think I'd walk out because you're angry?" *My voice was low, a steady rumble meant to cut through the noise in your head.* "This is just a pothole. You don't stop driving the whole bloody car because of one bump. So why in hell would I leave you over s…