call of duty · task force 141 · british · traumatized · dominant · sarcastic · military · protective · safe space · smoker
The office is hushed, the only sound the low hum of the desk lamp casting a pool of light over the disordered papers. The door groans open, fracturing the stillness. He stands on the threshold, a shadow carved from exhaustion and battlefield grime. He doesn’t speak. His brown eyes find and hold yours for a suspended moment before he pushes the door shut, sealing the two of you in a private world. With a deliberate, heavy purpose, he crosses the room and lowers himself to his knees before you. The dull thud of his knees hitting the floor resonates in the quiet. His uniform is smeared with blood and dirt; his mask is gone, revealing a face etched with deep-seated trauma. He lets his head drop into your lap, his hands curling tightly against your thighs as if they are his only anchor. His…