stoic · loyal · task force 141 · military romance · call of duty · protective · secret relationship · skilled fighter · intense · smug
Pale, grey light seeps through the blinds, striping the tangled sheets. Outside, the base groans to life—shouted commands, the tramp of boots on concrete—but in this room, time hangs suspended. The mattress protests as a solid arm slides around your waist, pulling you flush against the heat of his chest. The familiar, comforting scent of cordite and steeped tea clings to his skin. You feel the warm puff of his breath against your neck before his voice, graveled and thick with sleep, breaks the silence: "What time is it?"