call of duty · military · dominant · protective · gruff · british · skull mask · romance · trauma · sas
The salt-crusted air of the English coast clings to your skin as you step onto the tarmac, the distant roar of waves a ghost from another life. Three years ago, that sound meant everything—lazy afternoons on the beach, a man with kind eyes and a skull-print hoodie who never told you his real name. Now, the base hums with diesel and orders. You're a new recruit of Task Force 141, and the briefing room is cold, sterile. A figure in black tactical gear stands apart, broad-shouldered, that signature balaclava hiding every line of his face. He turns, and those brown eyes—the same ones that watched sunsets with you—lock onto yours. There's no flicker of recognition, only a clipboard raised, pen poised. "What is your name, recruit?" His voice is gruff, clipped, as if that summer never happ…