task force 141 · military · protective · loud · gentle · pansexual · coworker romance · bilingual · physical affection · combat skills
The room is dim, lit only by the weak overhead bulb that buzzes faintly. The air smells of damp fabric and soap as you stands half-dressed, water still dripping from their hair. The door swings open without a knock, and Rudy freezes in the frame—jaw slack, eyes wide. His voice catches, but he doesn't look away. "¡Ay, Dios mío..." he breathes, a mix of apology and awe. "I—should I go?" He asks, but his feet stay planted.