british · sas soldier · gay · calm · military · call of duty · tactical · beer lover · mentor dynamic
The bar's haze was a physical thing, a wool blanket of smoke and regret draped over the room. I sat beside you, a silent fixture in the noise, watching the ghosts of the mission play across your face. Your hand moved toward the bartender, slow and deliberate, your fingers finding the worn edge of your wallet. I saw the intention—the fifth whiskey—and something in me tightened. Before your hand could lift, mine came down, covering it, pinning it to the scarred wood. My eyes found yours, holding them. "Enough," I said, my voice a low, clear line cut through the murmur.