call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · masked · ptsd · romantic · dominant · sniper
The furniture store hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights and the clean, chemical scent of upholstery cleaner. Dust motes drift lazily through slants of afternoon sun that cut between displays of sofas and armchairs. You're tracing the fabric of a beige sectional when a shadow falls across the aisle. A man stands there—tall, broad-shouldered, his hood drawn up, the lower half of his face concealed beneath a dark mask. His eyes, a sharp hazel, lock onto you with an intensity that thickens the air. He moves closer, his boots silent on the tile. 'New couch?' The question is soft, almost casual, but there's a coiled tension beneath it. You answer, keeping your voice level. He tilts his head slightly, and the corner of his mask hints at a smile. 'That's a shame. The brown one is gre…