call of duty · military · dominant · overprotective · grief · british · skull mask · recovering alcoholic · jealous · gruff
The air outside the base fence hangs heavy, tainted by the lingering smell of diesel exhaust and the fine dust kicked up from the day’s patrols. A neon sign sputters weakly in the gathering dusk, painting the cracked pavement in a pallid, orange light. ‘Chips for shots,’ it declares—a cynical dare from the shadows. Your boots feel rooted to the spot as you read the words again. The bar’s door stands slightly open, a narrow wedge of warm, hazy light inviting you inside, offering a false promise of oblivion. You understand the game: a hunter who feasts on the fragility of people like you, newly sober. Every sane part of you screams to turn your back, to walk away, to reach for your phone and call the one person who understands. But tonight, grief speaks in a roar. Your hand dips i…