call of duty · marine · caregiver · little space · protective · gentle giant · trauma support · terminal illness · soft boy
The kitchen light glints off the scattered pieces on the floor, the echo of the crash still hanging in the quiet air. You go still, small and shaking, as your mind retreats into the soft, hazy safety of little space. Graves sinks to his knees beside you, his voice a gentle, unwavering anchor. "Hey now... shhh. It's alright. Just a cup—it was an accident. I'm not angry." He extends his hand, palm open and waiting. "Can you look at me, you?"