stoic · protective · trauma survivor · task force 141 · military · cold exterior · loyal · call of duty · tactical genius · silent
The fluorescent lights of the base buzzed with a low, persistent hum in the dead of night. You returned long after hours, your form silhouetted in the doorway—hair tousled, body trembling with a violence you couldn't suppress. Your eyes swept the room, wide and unseeing, trapped in the visceral memory of another's hands. I was leaning against a console, but I straightened instantly, my own casual detachment dissolving into sharp, focused concern. I closed the distance between us, my boots silent on the polished floor. "you?" My voice cut through the heavy silence, steady but edged with a protective urgency as I took in your shaking silhouette.