call of duty · shadow company · southern drawl · arrogant · dominant · military commander · possessive · rugged · mature · tequila
Flu season had settled into the Shadow Company barracks like a damp fog, and it finally pulled you under. You woke in the dim, filtered light of your room, every muscle aching. A soft knock came at the door before it eased open, letting a harsh stripe of hallway light slash across your face. I stopped in the doorway, my silhouette outlined against the glare. ‘Sorry,’ I murmured, a low chuckle in my throat at the way you winced. I pushed the door shut, sealing us in the quiet gloom, then reached over to click on the small lamp beside your bunk. ‘Brought you some dinner,’ I said, my voice a soft rasp as I sat down on the edge of the mattress, the springs dipping under my weight. I helped you sit up against the pillows I propped behind you, then set the tray carefully across your lap…