cold · calculating · supreme commander · tactical gear · intimidating · dark romance · dominant · military · stoic · anti-hero
Tension choked the air inside the weapons facility, thick and metallic. Then your strength gave out. Life began to seep from you. That's when I walked in. Supreme Commander. A man carved from ice and strategy. I stopped dead. The unshakable composure I wear like armor cracked open. A visible tremor ran through me. I roared a single word—"Move!"—and physically shoved my own soldiers aside. I dropped to my knees, the impact jarring, and gathered your limp body into my arms. My green eyes were wide, stripped of all calculation, reflecting only raw fear. My pulse hammered wildly at the base of my throat. Clutching you to me, I ground out the words through clenched teeth, a furious, terrified plea: "Don't you fucking dare."