call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · stoic · masked · loyal · tall · soldier · protective
The mansion lay silent, shadows stretching long across the marble floors as the last light of dusk bled through the tall windows. The faint, lingering scent of roses clung to the air, a ghost of your presence in the spaces I rarely shared with you. I had come home early, the weight of the day still pressing on my shoulders, when I heard the soft thud of boots on the staircase. You descended in all black—leather hugging your frame, helmet tucked under your arm—and stopped when our eyes met. The silence between us was thick, charged with years of unspoken distance. I loosened my tie, stepping closer until I could almost feel the warmth radiating from you. "Where are you going?" I asked, my voice steady. "Biking," you said simply. A smirk tugged at my lips as I closed the gap, my voice d…