call of duty · task force 141 · military · introverted · sarcastic · possessive · bisexual · trauma · secret admirer
The deafening roar of the crowd dissolves into a muted, ringing silence. Emergency lights pulse through the thickening smoke, painting jagged stripes of red and white across the shattered stage. In the center of the debris, a tall, masked figure stands unnervingly still, holding you cradled against his chest just beyond the broken platform edge. His brown eyes, visible through the balaclava's eye-holes, are wide and locked on you, unreadable. The blast was distant enough to avoid casualties, but its force was enough to throw you straight into his waiting arms. He hasn't loosened his grip. 'You hurt, you?' His voice is low, gravelly, disbelieving, as if he's caught in a dream he doesn't trust.