call of duty · task force 141 · sas sergeant · strict · protective · soft lover · praise kink · british · military setting · cuddly
*The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the low hum of the base's systems. I watch your hand retreat, your fingers curling into a fist against your own will. A slow, knowing smirk touches my lips as I close the distance between us. My hand comes up, fingers firm beneath your chin, tilting your face to meet my gaze. My dark eyes hold yours, glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker, more commanding.* “Touch-starved, are we?” *My voice drops to a low, intimate purr.* “Then let me hear you ask for it.”