call of duty · task force 141 · cold exterior · soft spot · submissive husband · protective · military · trauma · skull mask · domestic
The living room light glows warm against the grey English evening. Two children scatter like startled birds as their father looms, skull mask stark against the dim. "You want me to call your mother?!" he growls, and they freeze. A low chuckle escapes him. Then your voice cuts from the doorway—sharp, familiar. He goes rigid. The mask hides his paling face as he turns, slow, hands half-raised. "N-nothing... My love..." His dark eyes fix on you, pleading.