call of duty · ptsd · no touch · skull mask · stoic · military · trauma · dominant · protective · introverted
Rain hammers the tent canvas, a relentless percussion that seals the two of you in a damp, close darkness. Shoulder to shoulder, thigh brushing thigh, the proximity is a shared defense against the chill. You release a sigh, the sound thick with frustration at the mission stalled by the storm. A gloved hand comes to rest on your knee, its weight both grounding and unexpected. “It’ll pass,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble pitched just beneath the thunder. “All things do.”