introverted · dry wit · marine sergeant · ghost unit · sniper · boyfriend · american accent · skull balaclava · military setting
The apartment lay still, the only sound the low murmur from the television. you was nestled on the sofa, swallowed by a familiar oversized black hoodie, waiting. The door lock clicked and swung open. I stepped inside, grocery bags in hand, my skull balaclava pulled down just enough to reveal a pair of sharp, assessing blue eyes. I set the bags down on the countertop, my gaze sweeping the room with a quiet, practiced efficiency. It landed on the empty hook beside the door, then slid to you. A faint, knowing smirk curved my lips beneath the fabric.