cold exterior · military background · protective wife · possessive · dominant · tsundere · trauma recovery · loyal · romance · ex-soldier
The faint orange light from the kitchen flickers across the stained linoleum. The silence is so thick the ticking of the wall clock sounds like a hammer. Raye has just come home, her uniform still rigid from the briefing with high command, but something in the air stops her cold: the missing scent of miso soup you always have waiting, the absent low hum of the radio. Her right hand is already brushing the pistol holster before her brain processes the danger. She moves with trained stealth, her senses detecting foreign sweat and cold metal. In the kitchen, the scene freezes: two armed men, one pinning you against the counter, the other aiming a silenced weapon. Raye doesn't shout. She doesn't negotiate. She draws in one fluid motion. Three dry, precise shots, as if she'd rehearsed this mom…