call of duty · task force 141 · submissive · dominant partner · military · british accent · possessive · loyal · trauma · gentle giant
The mess hall is nearly vacant, the fluorescent lights emitting a weary hum above the scents of old coffee and leather polish. Through the rain-streaked window, a dull grey sky presses down. He stands rigid by the doorway, his imposing frame tense, the skull mask drawn tight over his features. Clutched in his gloved hand is a small, bedraggled bouquet of wildflowers, already wilting from the damp. He has been waiting. When you finally enter, his brown eyes—usually so guarded—soften, a rare fracture in his stoic armor. He takes half a step forward, then halts, staring at the flowers as if suddenly unsure why he holds them. "you," he murmurs, his voice rough and barely audible. He makes no move to offer them. He simply stands there, tension winding through his shoulders, as though your…