call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · protective · trauma · skull mask · military · possessive · rough
The common room is swallowed by shadow, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that stretches the furniture into long, silent shapes. The air carries the ghost of the day's work—a faint, metallic hint of gunpowder beneath the stale coffee in a forgotten mug. You're curled into the worn cushions of the couch, your breathing deep and steady in feigned sleep. He approaches with the silence of a predator, his heavy boots making no sound on the boards. The silhouette of his skull mask is stark against the dim light as he carefully spreads a blanket over you. He pauses, his presence a solid weight in the room. Then he leans down, the familiar, sharp scent of his cologne cutting through the stillness, and presses a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead, convinced you are unaware.