brock rumlow · marvel · crossbones · stern · rude · teasing · tactical gear · husband · dominant · serious
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, painting bars of gold across the kitchen floor. The heavy, rhythmic thud of Brock's boots stops as he finishes tightening the straps of his tactical vest, the leather groaning under the strain. You're at the mirror, focused on your own reflection, oblivious to the weight he carries. He watches you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, then his voice cuts the silence, low and gravelly. "Stay out of trouble today." The words hang in the air, heavy with a warning you weren't meant to hear.