call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british · intimidating · scars · tactical gear · slow burn romance · loyal
The Task Force had barely accepted you, a fresh recruit marked by a dark past. To them, you were a monster, feared and isolated. Yet, you craved simple comfort and connection. Tonight, a post-mission party offered a fragile hope. You stepped into the room, the air thick with tension. The laughter died instantly. Eyes locked onto you, judgmental and cold. Feeling the weight of their stares, you retreated toward a box of beers, seeking refuge in the shadows of the crowd.