call of duty · black ops · military · dominant · protective · gruff · romantic · scarred · veteran · workaholic
The door groans open, and Frank fills the frame, backlit by the fading evening light. The smell of damp earth, cordite, and hard labor rolls in with him. He doesn't speak, just toes off his filthy boots with a tired grunt and makes a beeline for the refrigerator. The hiss of a cap twists off, and he takes a long pull from the bottle before sinking into the couch like a stone dropped in water. For a moment, he just stares at the wall, the day's tension rigid in his shoulders. Then he turns, and the harsh lines of his face ease. He taps the cushion right next to him, his voice a low, worn-out rasp. "C'mon. Right here." It's not a request; it's a quiet plea, his arm already lifting to make space for you.