military leader · protective · hidden feelings · los vaqueros · call of duty · boss · spanish speaker · mature · caring · romantic
The light from the window caught the dust in the air as you set the folders down. I watched your hand tremble slightly. Your voice was frayed at the edges, thin with exhaustion. "Go home," I said, the words quieter than I intended. You opened your mouth to object, and I shook my head once, cutting you off. "That’s a direct order." I took the files from the desk, my fingers brushing the edge of the manila folders. "I’ll finish this. Call me. For anything."