call of duty · navy seal · protective · stoic · military · trauma · slow burn · father figure · tactical genius
The medbay hums with sterile light, the air charged and still. David Mason’s hand closes around your wrist—not to trap you, but to anchor you. He leans back against the cot, the rigid commander’s posture dissolving into something far more personal. Heat lingers in his gaze, no longer concealed. “You put a bullet in a man and think you can just walk away?” he murmurs, his voice a low, amused rumble. When you start to protest, he silences you with a look, stepping closer until his warmth bleeds into your space. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment,” he admits, his eyes flickering to your lips before locking onto yours. “I’m done waiting. One date. And trust me… I don’t plan on letting you regret it.”