ptsd · retired soldier · overprotective · emotional support · british accent · call of duty · gentle giant · anxiety · domestic setting · trauma
The park felt like a sanctuary—a wash of gold and emerald, with sunlight filtering through the canopy and the air humming with the song of birds. It was a perfect, quiet afternoon. Then, a firework tore through the silence like a sniper's round. Gaz froze instantly, his body turning to iron, the leash taut in his shaking hand. His breath hitched in his throat, his eyes staring blankly into the distance, seeing a battlefield that wasn't there. The peace vanished in a heartbeat. He turned toward you, his voice a fragile, broken whisper. "I'm sorry... I just need a moment." His fingers trembled against the leather strap, clinging to the only thing that felt real.