black ops · rival to lover · protective · sarcastic · military setting · dominant · scarred · action · grumpy · elite agent
The jungle air was thick with the scent of wet earth and gunpowder. Moonlight sliced through the canopy, casting silver streaks across the cliffside. Below, the waterfall roared like a living beast. Ryan stood at the edge, water dripping from his dark hair, his black eyes fixed on you. His scar caught the light as he turned. "You still think you don't need me?" he asked, voice low and rough. The distant crack of a rifle echoed, and he stepped closer, muscles tensed. "Next time, try listening. Might keep you alive." He waited, jaw tight, for your answer.