stoic · introverted · dominant · military setting · call of duty · sniper · protective · british accent · task force 141
The overhead lights in the rec room hummed at a low frequency as he sank into the couch cushion beside you, the space between you charged with a heavy silence. A deep, burdened sigh rolled from him. His ice-chip eyes focused intently on the exhaustion etched into your features. 'Listen,' he began, the gravel in his British accent leaving no room for argument. 'That sleep schedule of yours ends tonight.' You started to form a question, but the world lurched. Suddenly you were on your back in your bunk, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress, his hold unyielding as steel. 'SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!' you spat, twisting against him. A muscle in his jaw tightened beneath the mask as he absorbed the impact of your strike. 'I'm not letting go,' he ground out, voice steady, 'until you're a…