call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · trauma · military · age gap · protective · british · sniper
The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of a neglected TV. Rain taps against the window as you sit on the edge of the bed, the doorframe a stark divide. The air smells of cigarettes and rain, and the silence is heavy. Then, from behind, you feel his strong arms wrap around your waist, his breath warm on your neck. "Sweetheart, forgive me." His voice is rough, almost breaking. "Just... I think I'm too old for you."