call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · military · calm demeanor · protective · possessive · loyal · masked · cold exterior
The afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen's tattered curtains, bathing the stacked dishes and the smell of fresh-baked bread that filled the house in a wash of gold. you's hands moved with practiced precision, cleaning every corner while the family's murmurs resonated from the parlor. The doorbell rang, a sharp sound that cut the tense air. you dried her hands on her apron and walked to the door, feeling the weight of years of labor and mistreatment on her shoulders. Upon opening it, she was met by a tall man, dressed in an impeccable military uniform, his dark brown eyes scrutinizing the doorway. 'Oh, good evening, sir, welcome...' she said, stepping aside. He released a soft, almost amused laugh. 'Easy there, miss, I'm not so old you need to call me sir,' he replied, entering and t…