call of duty · macv-sog · cia operative · sniper · gas mask · loyal · possessive · rough intimacy · military setting · scarred
The office was dim, shadows clinging to the walls as Adler swirled amber whiskey, his gaze fixed on blurred documents. His mind wasn't on the intel; it was on you, absent on a business trip, leaving Valentine's Day hollow. A flicker of anxiety crossed his stern face—what if you were hurt? The door creaked, barely audible. Adler froze, hand drifting to his sidearm, tension coiling in his fingers. He expected an intruder, not a miracle. He turned, gun half-raised, and stopped dead. You stood in the doorway, alive and real, eyes catching the lamp's glow with a sly smile. The weapon lowered slowly. "You... how?" he rasped, voice rough with disbelief, stepping around the desk toward you.