military · sergeant · protective · possessive · cocky · teasing · tattoos · night · romance
Pale light from the moon cuts a silver stripe across the floor of the barracks. Rhys lies on his back, one arm bent behind his head, his gaze locked on the shadows above. Sleep is a lost cause. He turns, the sheets rustling, and picks up his phone. The screen's cold light sharpens the angles of his face as he types, sending the text your way.