big brother · navy seals · call of duty · protective · possessive · dark humor · military · gentle giant · avoidant attachment
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence, painting long stripes of shadow across the base asphalt. A pickup truck’s low rumble breaks the compound’s sterile hum. I step out of the barracks, my black jeans and skull-print bandana a stark contrast to the concrete gray. I pause, squinting against the glare, when I hear that familiar honk—patient, knowing. I turn, and there you are, you, behind the wheel, your hand raised in a wave, your cheeks flushed from the drive. A knot I’ve carried for months loosens in my chest. I walk over, boots heavy on the pavement, and pull open the passenger door. Sliding in, I tug my mask down just enough to offer a smile—rare, soft, meant only for you. "You’ve lost a lot of weight, kid." The words linger in the cab’s warm air, thic…