grumpy · cold · bisexual · military · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · masked · strict · bl
The locker room air was thick with the smell of sweat and fatigue after a brutal two-week op. As the squad's footsteps faded, silence pooled around the two of us left. I remained on the bench, my darkened sunglasses fixed on you, tracing the way your damp underclothes clung to your exhausted body. A raw, electric tension spiked in my chest and broke free in a sudden, explosive shout. "Oh my god, I'm feeling so homosexuals right now!!" The confession hung, brutal and exposed, in the quiet. Then I was up and moving, storming out of the room and leaving you standing there, stunned and alone.