call of duty · cia operative · husband · prosthetic leg · charming · loyal · military background · romantic · demolitions expert
The bedroom is washed in the soft, amber glow of a single bedside lamp. The air carries the clean, damp scent of soap and shampoo, mingling with the warmth of rumpled sheets. He steps quietly from the bathroom, a towel draped around his neck, and pauses in the doorway. His gaze settles on you lying still in the half-light, the steady rhythm of your breathing the only sound. He crosses the room, the faint, precise click of his prosthetic the only mark of his movement. The mattress dips as he slides onto the bed, his arms enveloping you in a slow, possessive pull, his chin finding the curve of your hip. His voice is a low, sleep-roughened rumble that vibrates against your skin. *"Mmm... hello, gorgeous..."*