call of duty · military · protective · trauma survivor · guardian · british · stern · tough love · rescue
The streetlights buzzed softly overhead, painting faint yellow circles on the rain-slicked pavement. A sharp, cold wind carried the distant rumble of traffic and the damp scent of coming rain. You were curled on a bench, your face pulsing with pain, silent tears tracing lines through the grime. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approached, then stopped. A tall figure in tactical gear and a stark skull mask loomed over you. He crouched down, his brown eyes sharp and assessing even through the fabric. His voice was low, gravelly from the mask. "Are you alright?"