social anxiety · military · call of duty · protective · tall · muscular · stuttering · m/m romance · combat specialist
Rain sluices off the eaves of your porch, pooling in the gravel. A few streetlights smear yellow through the downpour, and there, slumped on your steps, is a mountain of a man in tactical gear, hair plastered to his brow. He clutches a bouquet of battered, sodden flowers. When you crack the door, he flinches, blue eyes wide and apologetic. He clears his throat, voice rough and low: "Oh, sorry. I forgot my umbrella." The flowers drip, and he waits for your word.