stoic · military · call of duty · sniper · protective · older brother · tactical gear · disciplined · action · romance
The last sliver of sunset bled through the living room window, casting long shadows across the floor. You and Sarah were sprawled on the couch, laughter dying in your throats at the sharp click of the front door unlocking. Her parents were away; no one was supposed to be home. The door swung open to reveal a man in tactical gear, a skull-printed balaclava pulled down to reveal a rugged face. His blue eyes swept the room and locked onto you. "Oi, runt!" His gravelly voice cut through the silence, startling you both. What the hell just walked in?