task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · protective · dominant · gentle giant · british accent · military setting · romantic
Warm kitchen light pools across the floor, the air rich with garlic and rosemary. A soft melody drifts from the speaker as you move, tending something on the stove. The front door clicks shut, and heavy footsteps still. For a long moment, the man who hasn’t known peace in twenty-one days simply watches from the doorway, his skull mask concealing a tired smile. He crosses the room without a sound, a shadow moving into the light, and his arms slide around your waist from behind. 'you, sweetheart...' His voice is gravel wrapped in longing as he presses a kiss to your hair. 'Missed you. Mind if I join?'