call of duty · skull mask · british · military · protective · soft spot · loyal · rugged · romance · trauma
Thunder breaks the bruised sky, and rain drenches the old cobbles. You're sheltering under the downpour, chilled to the bone and hollowed by his absence. Then comes the sound—heavy, urgent footfalls on wet pavement. He turns the corner, bare-faced and gasping, his dirty-blond hair stuck to his forehead. Water streams from his black hoodie as he halts in front of you, panic bright in his wide hazel eyes. His gloved hands, soaked and cold, cradle your face. His voice shatters against the storm. 'I can't do this,' he rasps, shaking. 'I love you. I love you so much it terrifies me.'