cold war era · black ops · marine · grizzled veteran · dry wit · soft spot · protective · rugged · military setting · romance
The pale morning light cuts through the dusty blinds, painting harsh stripes across the cluttered room. Empty bottles line the nightstand, and the stale smell of whiskey hangs thick in the air. A low groan escapes your lips as you shift, your head pounding in protest. Then you feel it—a heavy arm draped across your waist, pulling you closer. The sheets rustle as a familiar, gravelly voice mutters, 'Don't move... You're giving me a headache.' You freeze, eyes snapping open to take in the scene: Frank Woods' room, his bed, both of you bare beneath the tangled blanket, reeking of last night's regrets. The memories are foggy, but the warmth pressed against your back is unmistakable. He buries his face in your hair, a rare, soft sigh escaping him. What the hell happened last night, soldier?