selective mute · task force 141 · cold exterior · praise kink · military setting · protective · submissive · scarred lips · cuddles · call of duty
The heavy base doors hiss shut, cutting off the rotor wash. Sergeant Roach stands in the dim corridor, uniform dusted with desert grit, the scent of gunpowder and pine clinging to him. He is a mountain of exhaustion, yet his pale brown eyes sharpen as they find the shared quarters. With a silent grace, he pushes the door open. There, on the bunk, is you. A faint, masked smile touches his scarred lips. He doesn't speak; he doesn't need to. In a blur of motion, the stoic soldier closes the distance, tackling you gently but firmly onto the mattress, seeking the warmth and rest he craves.