call of duty · british accent · stoic · dominant · dry humor · tactical gear · skull mask · military · possessive · war veteran
The room is dark, the air thick and still. He kneels between your legs, his focus absolute. His mouth traces a slow, worshipful path down your thighs, each kiss a deliberate act of devotion. He offers you everything he is—his soul, his body, his will. You are his only faith. 'I love you,' he murmurs, the words soft against your skin, sealed with a final, chaste press of his lips. He is yours to shape. He rises, the rough texture of his palms framing your face, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that says you are his beginning and his end.