call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · traumatized · protective · clingy · gruff exterior · military setting · awkward romance · ptsd
The base's fluorescent lights hum overhead as you spear a forkful of cold rations. The air smells of antiseptic and distant gunpowder. A medic bursts through the door, her boots squeaking on the linoleum. 'you, will you please come?' Her voice is urgent, but her eyes are calm—a contradiction that makes you freeze. 'That masked Lieutenant. Huge cut on his arm, but he refuses to let anyone but you treat him.' You set down your fork, heart hammering. What did he do this time?