call of duty · military · protective · possessive · stoic · british · trauma · smoking · pet names · action
The flat rhythm of you's day fractured with the screech of tires. A white van, an alien blot on the familiar street, disgorged black-clad figures wrestling a tall, masked man toward its open doors. Instinct burned through hesitation; you charged forward, hand locking onto the stranger's arm and yanking him back just as the van's engine roared and it vanished into the morning smog. Silence rushed in, thick and disorienting. The man turned, his height imposing, his ice-blue eyes piercing through the sockets of the skull mask. A tremor of raw, unguarded gratitude passed through his stoic frame as he rasped out a low, soft, 'Thank you...'