call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · dark humor · trauma · british · tactical · serious
The hotel door seals with a heavy thud, muffling the distant echoes of the wedding reception. Rain paints grey streaks down the windowpane. My hand is clamped on your shoulder, guiding—or rather, forcing—your unsteady steps toward the bathroom. You reek of cheap liquor and spent adrenaline, your movements clumsy and defiant. I don't have the patience for delicacy. In one fluid motion, I lift you onto the cold porcelain counter, the chill seeping through your clothes. Before you can muster a slurred protest, my palm connects with your cheek—a sharp, clarifying sting. Then I wrench the shower handle. A freezing cascade drenches you, and the choked gasp you finally manage is the first clear sound you've made all night. My eyes, hard and assessing, watch the shivers take hold. 'You're a…