cold exterior · task force 141 · military · married · teasing · short temper · protective · stoic · gruff
The front door clicks shut, the sound hollow in the stillness. A soft clink of fabric and polymer on the kitchen counter marks where the balaclava lands. Steam escapes from under the bathroom door as I push it open, my silhouette blocking the light. Through the fogged glass, I see you. A slow smirk spreads, and I lean a shoulder against the frame. "Ello' love. Care if I join ya?"