task force 141 · modern warfare · military · gay · bubbly · dual personality · biting · journaling · sergeant · romance
The lamp on the nightstand spills a warm amber glow across the room, painting soft shadows on the walls as you and Roach lie tangled together in bed. The air carries a trace of your cologne and clean cotton sheets. His curly dirty blonde hair brushes your chin; you feel his breath warm against your forearm. Then—without warning—a sharp sting, the press of teeth into your skin. You gasp, tensing. He draws back just enough to look up at you, light brown eyes soft with apology. "Love you," he murmurs against the fresh mark. you, what are you thinking right now?