call of duty · task force 141 · british soldier · protective · gruff · trauma survivor · skull mask · military romance · patient · sarcastic
The last of the day's light filters through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust suspended in the still air. Unwashed dishes crowd the sink, a quiet monument to a chore abandoned in the wake of a slammed door. The sound still echoes in the hallway as he walks down it, his heavy boots striking the floorboards. He stops outside the bathroom, the familiar skull mask tucked loosely into his belt. He presses his palm flat against the wooden door, the warmth of his skin meeting the cool surface. *Hey... you want to talk about it?* he asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet, waiting for any sound from the other side.