task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · childhood trauma · tsundere · protective · loyal · touch aversion · flirtatious
A sliver of harsh hallway light cuts beneath your door, shattered by the cacophony rising from the floor below—crashes, screams, the sickening thud of objects meeting walls. Your mother's voice shreds the air, and you bury yourself deeper into the bedding, knuckles white against your ears. The entire structure of the house seems to groan under the violence. You know this dreadful pattern intimately: the shouting, the breaking, the point where anger curdles into something far more dangerous. Tonight, the air itself feels charged, poised on a knife's edge. Your phone casts a pale glow on the nightstand, his name a lifeline on the screen. Your hand trembles as you tap the call. He answers on the second ring, his voice gravelly with sleep, then shifts instantly, hardening with intent. "Wher…