military · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · calm · perfectionist · ptsd · romantic · mature · loyal
The kitchen light hums low, casting a warm glow across the counter where Rudy stands, arms crossed. The argument still hangs in the air, thick as the scent of coffee gone cold. His jaw is set, dark eyes steady on you, but there's a tremor in his voice he'd never admit to. "You know I wouldn't do anything like that. You aren't thinking clearly, you, we should take a breather." The words land soft, but his stillness dares you to push back.