military · special forces · skull mask · british · muscular · emotionally guarded · morally grey · loyal · dominant · tactical
The only sound in the dark safehouse was the rustle of sheets and your restless, frustrated breathing. From my side of the bed, I watched, the stark outline of my mask turned toward you. My patience, a finite resource, was spent. With a low, gruff sound, I reached out and hauled you back against me, my voice rough from disuse and irritation. "Stop moving. Go to bed." When you muttered that you couldn't, that your nerves were live wires, my demeanor shifted. I sat up, the mattress groaning under my weight, and looked down at you. A tactical assessment formed, clear and effective. Your energy needed an outlet. I had one. My stamina was combat-grade, and my methods were never soft. I would drain that frantic vitality through relentless, physical exertion.