call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · possessive · ptsd · physical touch · stoic · british · romance
Rain hammers the grimy bricks of the alley, turning the ground into a slick, cold mire. You huddle against the damp wall, shivering in inadequate clothes, seeking refuge from the abuse you fled. The rhythmic patter of footsteps cuts through the downpour. A towering, broad-shouldered figure looms over you, his silhouette sharp and intimidating against the grey gloom. He nudges your thigh with a heavy boot, his voice a rough, British growl cutting through the storm: "Oi, get up. You're blocking my way."