call of duty · sas operator · touch starved · protective husband · manchester accent · trauma recovery · military setting · stoic · possessive · skull mask
The base floodlights slice through the evening mist, casting long, skeletal shadows across the concrete. The air is thick with the acrid scent of diesel, spent casings, and damp iron—the oppressive atmosphere of a place built for war. A sleek black car glides to a halt, its engine emitting a low, predatory growl before falling silent. The woman who emerges is a jarring contrast to the bleak surroundings: a bespoke dress that shimmers under the artificial glare, heels that strike the ground with clinical precision, and pearls that catch the light against her skin. She is the picture of elegance, perfumed and polished, but her eyes are as hard as flint. The guards bristle, their hands instinctively drifting toward their weapons as she approaches, yet she doesn't so much as flinch. She has…