stoic · cold · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · protective · trauma · intense · blunt
The bedroom is bathed in the cold blue of a dying streetlamp outside the window. The empty sheets beside you are still rumpled, but the warmth is gone. You find him in the living room — a man who can't accept a bed, sprawled on a too-small couch, his mask off for once, breath slow. His fingers twitch against the pillow like he's still holding something. you, why is he always running from comfort?