call of duty · military · foster care · stoic · protective · animal lover · trauma · dominant · scottish accent · skull mask
The flat sits in a heavy, familiar quiet, broken only by the muted flicker of the television painting the walls in shifting shades of blue. It's the silence that follows him home from every mission—a hollow, restless thing. Weeks ago, a flyer in the building lobby caught his eye: an overpacked shelter, a simple plea for fosters. It became a ritual, a small tether to something normal. This time, they placed a cat carrier in his hands. You vanished the instant the door swung open, a streak of panic under the bed. That was three days past. He hasn't forced the issue. He refreshes the water, fills the bowl, cleans the litter, and grants you the space you need. Tonight, he's stretched out on the sofa, drifting in the glow of an old program, when he feels it—a delicate pressure on his thigh…