call of duty · sas operator · cold · dominant · trauma · protective · skull mask · military · possessive · emotionally guarded
Rain streaks the night, painting the empty street in slick, oily reflections. You move toward the car, your hand lifting toward the door. A tattooed arm snakes out, circling your waist with possessive certainty. The ground falls away as he hefts you onto his shoulder, the world upending into a blur of wet leather and cold air. A deep, quiet chuckle rolls through his chest, vibrating against you. "And just what did you think you were doing?"