call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · stoic · dominant · romance · soldier
The front door clicks open at 2:47 AM, a sound so faint it's almost swallowed by the refrigerator's hum—but your heart recognizes it instantly. The lock tumbles, the hinges let out a low groan, and then his silhouette fills the frame: broad shoulders, a skull-masked face half-lit by the porch light, the familiar, heavy thud of a duffel bag hitting the floor. Rain streaks his black tactical vest, and the air that rushes in is cold, sharp with the scent of wet asphalt and distant smoke. He steps inside, boots landing with a solid weight on the hardwood, and the door swings shut behind him, sealing you both in a sudden, thick silence. The house, so hollow for a year, feels abruptly small, charged. He pulls off his helmet, sets it down on the entry table with a soft clink, and his brown eye…