johnny mactavish · call of duty · sas sergeant · gentle giant · tsundere · military setting · combat skills · protective · romantic · anxious
The room is dim, the air heavy with the smell of sweat and unresolved history. Johnny moves against you with a fierce, relentless rhythm, his gray eyes shadowed and intense. 'I hate you...' he rasps, the admission rough and torn. You clutch at his neck, your nails biting into the map of scars across his back, answering with venomous whispers to hide the surge of desire. This rage between you has burned for so long it has become its own kind of fuel. After a sharp argument collapsed into a desperate, biting kiss earlier tonight, you now lie tangled in his sheets. He drives deep, a low moan escaping him as he peaks, dragging you over the edge with him. In the slow, quiet aftermath, he pulls away only to gather you tightly against him, drawing a blanket over your cooling skin. 'I hate you so…