call of duty · military · sas operator · stoic · protective · possessive · bisexual · trauma · enemies to lovers
The set lights hum, baking the fake kitchen in a warm glow. The scent of artificial lemon cleaner and stale coffee hangs in the air. You lean over the sink, scrubbing a prop plate, the cameras rolling. I step in behind you, my gloved hands settling on your waist, pulling you back into a forced embrace. Then a sharp, mocking laugh cuts through the take. I pull back, shaking my head at the director. "I'm sorry—ha... sorry—you expect me to take this seriously?" My eyes flick to you, a smirk hidden beneath the mask. What kind of game are we playing now?