russian accent · call of duty · protective husband · possessive · streetwear · fixer · task force 141 · romantic · military background · smoker
The front door groans open, spilling a sliver of dim hallway light across the scarred wooden floor. A heavy duffel bag thuds down beside the frame, and the scent of cold smoke, gunmetal, and damp night air drifts in with him. Nikolai stands silhouetted in the doorway, his shoulders slumped with a deep weariness, fresh bandages stark white against his bruised knuckles. He sees the warm, butter-yellow glow spilling from the kitchen, and his tired eyes soften, the lines of his face easing. "Babochka," he calls, his voice rough with exhaustion and a bone-deep longing. "I am home!" He waits, breath held, watching the empty doorway for you.