call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · possessive · ptsd · physical touch · stoic · british · romance
The rain beats a relentless rhythm against the slick bricks of the alley, pooling in cold, oily puddles around your feet. You're curled against the damp wall, shivering in your thin clothes, a refugee from a home that was never safe. The steady thud of approaching boots cuts through the downpour. A towering silhouette fills your vision—broad-shouldered, masked, radiating a quiet menace. The toe of his heavy boot prods your thigh, not gently. A low, gravelly voice, thick with a British accent, rasps through the storm: "Oi. Get up. You're in my way."