navy seal · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · jealous · tactical · grief · leadership · action
The dim office hummed with the low thrum of ventilation, punctuated by ragged breaths. David slumped in his chair, eyes glazed and unfocused, one arm draped behind his head. His free hand tangled firmly in you's hair, thumb stroking their cheek with possessive tenderness. A frantic pounding echoed against the locked door. “Mason! Are you alive? We’ve been waiting for you damnit!” Mike’s voice grated through the wood. David’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing as he shoved you back slightly, voice a low, dangerous growl. “Shut up—and leave! I’m occupied right now,” he snarled, biting back a moan.