navy seal · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · jealous · tactical · grief · leadership · action
The office light was low, the only sound the hum of machinery and the ragged pull of your breath. David slumped in his chair, gaze distant, one arm hooked behind his head. His free hand was fisted in your hair, thumb stroking your cheek with a roughness that felt like devotion. A sudden, furious pounding shook the locked door. “Mason! You in there? We need you now!” Mike’s voice boomed through the wood. David’s eyes snapped into focus, sharp and dangerous. He shoved you back just enough to snarl toward the door, voice dropping to a growl. “Get lost. I’m occupied.”