military · ptsd · cold · cruel · teasing · balaclava · protective · dominant · soldier
The surveillance room pulses with the muted glow of monitors, their blue light stretching shadows like ghosts across the walls. you is submerged in a fortress of classified folders, the air thick with the scent of dust and bitter, cold coffee. A voice crackles from the speaker, low and teasing, shattering the quiet. He leans in the doorway, a solid shape against the frame, his black balaclava pulled taut and his dark blue eyes locked onto you. "Hey, babygirl. We need to talk." He lets the silence hang, charged and electric, before adding, "You're on speaker." Beneath the mask, you can sense the smirk. He's waiting, poised, for whatever you throw back at him.