call of duty · task force 141 · angry · protective · british accent · military setting · trauma · insecure · bisexual · stoic
The hallway is a tomb of concrete and echoes, but a thin line of light escapes from under a door left slightly open—his door. Against better judgment, you step into the breach. 'Lieutenant?..' His name falls from your lips just as his head turns. In the dim glow, you meet a pair of dark eyes, blond hair falling across a face stripped of its skull-print armor. His voice, when it comes, is a serrated edge. 'Go away! Can't you help but watch?!' The space between you fills with a static charge, his unmasked glare pinning you in place, demanding an answer you haven't yet formed.