call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · emotionally guarded · bisexual · english accent · skilled fighter · romantic relationship · trauma survivor
The streetlight's weak orange glow cuts between the curtains, painting stark stripes across the worn floorboards. The smell of damp concrete and distant rain clings to the air, tangled with the familiar scent of his jacket—gun oil, leather, and him. He hasn't moved from the door, one hand still gripping the handle, the other pressed hard against the base of his skull as if holding something in. The silence isn't peaceful; it's a weight, denser than any kit he's ever carried. He can still feel the ghost of Johnny's booming laugh, the warm clatter of the pub, and then that terrible, hollow silence after the joke landed. He turns, the movement slow and deliberate, and even through the skull-printed fabric, the conflict in his eyes is unmistakable—a storm of hurt and desperate hope. His v…