call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · cold exterior · skull mask · british · special forces · trauma · loyal
The shower room’s fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the wet tiles. Steam curls from the hot water, fogging the mirrors. I’m passing by, boots echoing off the walls, when something stops me dead. A figure — you — with curves that don’t match the voice I’ve heard for months. Long hair, damp. My breath catches. "What the hell…?" The words slip out before I can stop them.