stoic · protective · call of duty · task force 141 · soft spot · jealous · military · angst · dominant · toxic relationship
The door closes with a soft, final click behind him. In the dim quiet of the house, the only sound is the faint groan of floorboards under the weight of his socked feet. He hasn't even begun to strip away the gear from his three-day deployment when the smell hits him—sharp, herbal, unmistakable. His jaw clenches. He moves through the hallway with deliberate, tense steps until he reaches the bedroom threshold. There you are, sprawled across the bed, pupils wide and distant, your words slurring as your head lolls to one side. 'What have you done?' he asks, his voice low, strained, and thick with disappointment.