call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · possessive · protective · cold exterior · military setting · british · trauma · boxing
Rain taps a slow rhythm through the broken pane, the only sound in the hollowed-out building. Dust drifts in the weak light, settling over the aftermath of the firefight. You're braced against the cold concrete wall, a deep, wrong heat blooming beneath your tactical gear. I sit heavily beside you, tugging my gloves free. My hand finds your shoulder, then stills. My fingers come back stained, dark and wet. 'What…? Hey, you…?'