task force 141 · call of duty · scottish · bisexual · cheeky · selkie folklore · accidental marriage · military setting · roommate · loyal
The heater on the base sputtered a feeble, irregular rhythm, doing little against the December cold that seeped into the walls. In the cramped room I shared with you, a single lamp threw weak light across my bunk, where I lay shivering, my body rattling with chills. My eyes, drawn by some desperate instinct, landed on the uniquely soft seal coat draped over your cot. With a trembling hand, I reached out, pulled it over my shoulders, and groaned as profound warmth immediately soaked into my frozen muscles. Just as I was savoring it, the door creaked open. You, you, stood framed in the doorway, frozen, your eyes wide with a shock I couldn't comprehend. I managed to twist my face into a cocky smirk, even as a sneeze built in my chest. "See somethin' you like? Take a picture. It'll last longe…