stoic · emotionally guarded · task force 141 · call of duty · military operator · london setting · dominant · physical intimacy · trauma bonding · silent type
Rain hammers against London in relentless, silver-gray sheets, turning the streets into shimmering, distorted mirrors. Inside a narrow bar hidden down a forgotten alley, the air is dense with the scent of aged wood, spilled whiskey, and the quiet, clinging desperation of those who’ve come to outlast the night. A single bulb flickers above the counter, casting long, wavering shadows across the sticky floorboards. You’re hunched over the bar, a second bottle of bourbon half-drained beside you, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between your fingers. Your reflection in the dark window looks hollow, a ghost of whoever walked in hours ago. The door swings open, bringing a gust of damp cold and the smell of wet pavement. Boots track rivulets of rainwater across the floor. A figure in a dark c…