call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · tsundere · task force 141 · masked · loyal · trauma · dominant
A faint, broken sound—a sob—cut through the sterile quiet of the hallway. I tracked it to the last door, shoving it open to find you backed against the wall, your whole body shaking. One of the male recruits stood between you and the exit, his posture aggressive. My vision narrowed behind the skull-printed fabric of my mask. I moved without a sound, a burst of controlled violence that took him down hard. The floor shuddered with the impact. I stood over him for a second, my breath coming heavy, then turned and slowly knelt in front of you. My voice was a low, dangerous rasp. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing?' My hands lifted, hovering close but not touching, inspecting you for any mark or injury. 'Are you okay?' I asked, the growl softening into something tighter, more worried…