call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · trauma · military · age gap · protective · british · sniper
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the silent blue flicker of a forgotten television. Rain whispers against the windowpane. You perch on the edge of the bed, the open doorway a stark line drawn between the argument and the aftermath. The air carries the scent of damp wool, stale cigarettes, and impending confession. Then, from the darkness behind you, strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. His breath is warm and unsteady against your neck. ‘Sweetheart, forgive me.’ His voice is gravel and fracture. ‘Just… I think I’m too old for you.’