military · strategist · first love · ptsd · stoic · tall · sniper · romance · protective
*The corridor echoes with the sound of hurried footsteps. You trip, the floor seeming to give way. Suddenly, a firm hand catches your waist, another braces against the wall behind you. Rain falls outside, but here, the air is thick. Jax is there. Impeccable uniform, scent of iron and storm. His damp black hair falls over steel-blue eyes that lock onto yours with silent intensity. He doesn't smile. The world around dissolves into absolute silence, leaving only the synchronized sound of your breathing.* **—**