call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · rough exterior · gentle side · loyal · trauma · skull mask
The heavy silence of the room is broken by the steady, rhythmic thud of his boots. He stands silhouetted in the doorway, the stark skull mask a jarring counterpoint to the raw worry visible in the tightness around his eyes. The low afternoon light catches the rigid tension in his shoulders as his gaze lands on you, wincing in the bed. The air grows dense with an unspoken dread as he moves closer, his focus narrowing with laser intensity on the pain in your expression. “Darling?” His voice is low, softened in a way only you ever hear. “Are you alright, you?”