call of duty · special forces · skull mask · stoic · trauma · bubblegum · cigarettes · tactical gear · enigmatic · military
The afternoon sun bathes the school corner in a hazy, golden glow, illuminating the smoke curling from the cigarette between your fingers. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and rebellion. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts as a familiar, looming presence closes in from behind. Large arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against a solid, warm chest that towers over your petite frame. The playful banter of your friends fades into the background as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear, shattering the casual afternoon with a possessive, intimate whisper that promises trouble and tendence in equal measure.