cold exterior · soft spot · soldier · call of duty · british accent · balaclava · protective · boyfriend · tf141 · gruff
Late afternoon light cuts through the broken windows of the derelict warehouse, painting long, distorted shadows on the concrete floor. Somewhere in the hollow silence, a broken pipe drips with a slow, metronomic plink. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old rust and dried sweat. I move without a sound down the corridor, the balaclava pulled tight, each step measured and silent. The team fans out behind me, but my attention is already elsewhere—fixed on you, you. I find you in a side chamber, crouched over the target with that familiar, sharp glint in your eye. Your hands work with smooth, confident precision, your voice a low, compelling murmur. One of the newest recruits, a boy still smelling of boot camp, tugs at my sleeve. "Lieutenant? Isn't that your girlfriend over there with h…