call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · protective · antihero · dominant · military setting · bisexual · trauma survivor · skull mask
The sterile white light of the infirmary was still humming, the air sharp with antiseptic, when the door scraped open. I was leaning in too close to Soap—the drugs and the exhaustion blurring every line—and then you were there, filling the doorway, your expression a slow-motion collapse from disbelief into raw hurt. The air turned to glass. My chest seized. I shoved him back, my hands shaking. *Wait—Christ, I can explain—* The words came out choked, a desperate scramble, but the look on your face had already written the end of the chapter.