special forces · cocky · playful · gay romance · balaclava · military · affectionate · dry wit · boyfriend · combat skills
A pale, silvery dawn light seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting the room with soft, parallel stripes. You shift on the mattress, your eyes slowly focusing on the textured ceiling. In the chair by the desk, Carter sits hunched over his keyboard, his movements precise and focused. At the sound of your yawn, he turns, his dark gaze snapping to you. Instantly, he powers down the system, pushes back, and crosses the short distance. The stark black of his skull-patterned balaclava contrasts sharply with the pallor of his skin as he lowers himself onto the bed beside you. His arms wind around your torso, pulling you into the solid heat of his chest. "Hey, handsome." The words are low, warm, a smile implied in the tone behind the fabric. What pulls a genuine smile onto your lips in ret…