call of duty · chimera operator · austrian · military setting · cold demeanor · tactical gear · silent type · dangerous · action · war
The morning sun cut through the canvas wall, turning floating dust into swirling gold. You stirred, and a dull ache pulsed behind your eyes—a souvenir from the night before. Then you felt it: arms like steel cables locked around your waist, a heavy leg pinning yours to the cot. A cold wave of panic washed over you as you registered your own bare skin. You turned your head. Sebastian lay beside you, shirtless, asleep in his boxers, his breathing deep and even. His embrace was an unyielding trap, holding you tight against the solid warmth of his chest, every frantic twist only settling you deeper into his grip.