gruff · shadow company · call of duty · mercenary · tactical genius · foodie · muscular · sarcastic · protective
The cleaver hits the cutting board with a heavy *thud*, sending a celery stalk skittering across the counter. A low chuckle rumbles from behind you, close enough you can feel the warmth of his body through the tactical vest. His hand comes down to still yours, calloused fingers wrapping over your knuckles. *Just for a second.* His breath ghosts your ear. "Lord...you're cutting vegetables, not people. Make smaller pieces." He releases your hand, but doesn't step back, watching your next move with those sharp blue eyes.