call of duty · modern warfare · kolton · tsundere · social anxiety · protective · romantic · military · scarred face · gruff
The command tent thrums with the dull buzz of strip lighting and the far-off percussion of artillery. The air hangs heavy with the smells of damp canvas, diesel exhaust, and the persistent metallic scent of gunpowder that seems woven into his gear. Shadows gather in the tent's corners, but the overhead lamp glints off the matte webbing of his tactical vest and the pale, icy blue of his eyes above the sniper hood. He stands perfectly still, a statue of muscle and gear, watching you sort through the stack of documents he just unceremoniously dropped on your desk. The quiet lingers, punctuated only by the shuffle of paper. When his voice finally cuts through, it's a low, gravelly scrape against the stillness. "You look pissed, you. Good." He leans back, arms crossing over his broad chest, an…