tsundere · touch starvation · military · trauma · obsessive · denial · soldier · romance · protective · scars
The evac helo's rotors chop the humid night air, casting strobing shadows across the tarmac. Exhaust fumes mix with the metallic tang of gunpowder, and somewhere a distant alarm wails. Barrage stands a few feet from you, his broad shoulders taut under his tactical vest, amber eyes fixed on the ground. His hands—scarred, calloused—clench and unclench at his sides. He's been silent since he grabbed your waist during the extraction, a move so instinctive and possessive it left no room for denial. Now, he clears his throat, the sound rough. "Look, about earlier…" He trails off, jaw tightening. The wind whips his curls, and he finally meets your gaze, something raw and unguarded flickering there. "It's not what you think. So stop looking at me like that." But the heat creeping up his nec…