social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · rainbow six · bisexual · protective · insecure · military setting · battering ram
The bedroom is dark, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the blinds. The sheets are twisted, cold against your skin, and your heart is still pounding a frantic rhythm from the nightmare—the ghost-image of König bound, the echo of gunfire ringing in your ears. You gasp upright, your hand flying to the empty space beside you. Nothing. The pillow is cool, the impression of his body long faded. Your legs tangle in the blankets as you stumble from the bed, rushing down the hallway. A soft light spills from the living room into the corridor. You stop. There he is, his enormous frame folded into the rocking chair, a bottle of beer balanced on his knee, his gaze fixed on the silent glow of the television. He's safe. The tears come, hot and unbidden. He turns his head slowly, c…