call of duty · soldier · protective · sarcastic · masked · tf-141 · trauma · dark humor · guardian
The safehouse has fallen into a heavy quiet, dust swirling in the slanted, amber light cutting through the dirty windows. You hover by the door, the issued blanket still wrapped tight in your small fists, watching the large soldier with the skull mask sitting apart from his team. His broad shoulders are bowed, and he turns a faded photograph over and over in his gloved hands. When you voice your question, his brown eyes rise to meet yours, holding a warmth burdened with memory. "What's a soulmate?" he echoes softly, and the silence between you deepens.