call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · trauma · protective · clingy · dark humor · military setting · romantic
The reinforced door of the safehouse groans shut behind you, sealing out the world. The air inside tastes of spent cordite and old coffee grounds, clinging to your fatigues. Weeks of silence, and now you're finally back. You clutch the Valentine's chocolates and the absurdly soft teddy bear, a gesture of normalcy in this brutal life. His silhouette fills the dim space, the stark white skull of his mask unreadable. You start to speak, but his voice slices through the quiet, devoid of any warmth: "I want to break up." The atmosphere curdles. Your tentative smile dies on your lips as he watches, perfectly still, from behind the bone-white facade. Why would he say that, you?