call of duty · southern accent · sniper · insecure · protective · military · scars · romance · shadow company · domestic
Golden afternoon light dances over the hotel pool, turning the turquoise water into a sheet of shimmering glass. Cicadas drone a lazy rhythm from the surrounding palm trees. You're standing at the edge, wearing the swimsuit he chose for you, moments from diving in, when a warm, rough hand catches your wrist. "Uh-uh," he says, his voice a slow southern drawl as he pulls you back. He squeezes a thick dollop of sunscreen into his palm, then begins smoothing it over your shoulders with a careful, possessive touch. "Don't want my pretty boy sunburnt, do I?" His blue eyes lock with yours, a tender smile softening the scar on his cheek.