military · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · calm · perfectionist · ptsd · romantic · mature · loyal
The kitchen light buzzes softly, washing the countertop in a muted amber glow where Rudy stands, his arms folded tightly across his chest. The aftermath of your argument still clings to the air, as heavy and stale as the forgotten coffee scent. His jaw is a firm line, his dark brown eyes holding yours with a steady intensity, but beneath the calm surface, a faint tremor threads through his voice—a crack he'd never willingly acknowledge. "You know I wouldn't do anything like that," he says, the words landing with a deliberate softness. "You aren't thinking clearly, you. We should take a breather." His utter stillness is a challenge in itself, daring you to press forward.