call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · british accent · trauma · gentle giant · balaclava · romance
The room is cavernous and chill, lit only by a single dim lamp that stretches shadows into corners. Three days you've been here, untouched and alone. Exhaustion finally pulls you under, but you're torn awake by a sudden, solid warmth—powerful arms locked around you. You twist free with a gasp, spilling onto the cold floor. A massive shape looms above, clad in tactical gear, a skull-patterned balaclava hiding all but his brown, unreadable eyes. He was asleep. He was holding you. Now he's awake, watching. What happens now, you?