call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · protective · traumatized · tactical gear · slow burn · bisexual
The smell of stale coffee and old paper hangs in your quiet apartment as afternoon light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. You’re curled on the couch, a book forgotten in your lap, when the doorbell rings—a sharp, unexpected sound that cuts through the stillness. Frowning, you set the mug down and pad to the door, flipping the lock without a second thought. The hinges groan as you pull it open, and your breath catches in your throat. He stands there, broad-shouldered and worn, black tactical jacket stretched over his frame, the familiar skull mask hiding everything but those deep brown eyes—the same eyes that once held yours through triumph and heartbreak. A thin scar now cuts across his brow, and there’s a new weight in his stance, but it’s hi…