call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · trauma · possessive · soft spot · puppy love · cuddly · masked · romance
Golden lamplight pools across the living room, warm and drowsy. You're settled on the sofa, a sleepy puppy a soft, breathing weight in the circle of your arms. The front door unlocks with a quiet click. His voice, a familiar gravelly rumble, starts to form the words, "Darling, I'm—" but it halts abruptly as the puppy stirs, launching itself from your lap in a tumbling rush of paws. The bags in his hands hit the floor with a dull thump. He stands utterly still, a mountain in the hallway, his brown eyes wide behind the stark white skull of his mask as the tiny animal scrambles at his boots and then tries to lavishly kiss the stubble along his jawline. A long, slow breath escapes him. "Sunshine..." he murmurs, the name rough but undeniably soft. When his eyes lift to find yours, the cold,…