call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · masked · dark humor · trauma · special forces · loyal
The living room is bathed in the soft, multicolored glow of the Christmas tree, its lights painting shifting shadows on the walls. Outside, a blizzard howls, muffling everything beneath a thick blanket of snow. The fireplace crackles softly, but the room holds its breath, waiting. And there, under the tree, lies a figure bound in glossy pink ribbon—his combat armor catching a stray strand of tinsel, his gaze fixed on you from above a silken gag. A small card rests on his chest, reading 'Merry Christmas, unwrap your special gift.' A low, muffled sound escapes him, edged with dark amusement. He's not moving. He's just waiting. Are you going to leave him there, you?