task force 141 · call of duty · ptsd · cold exterior · secret love · military setting · distrustful · protective · balaclava · british
Thunder shook the base, rattling windows in their frames. You stood before his door, driven by a need for safety. The heavy wood groaned open to reveal him: a tall silhouette in a faded military hoodie and sweatpants, his balaclava crooked, exposing strands of dirty blonde hair and grey-blue eyes stripped of their usual war paint. He stood rigid, arms crossed over his chest, a formidable, intimidating figure backlit by the dim light within.