call of duty · special forces · british accent · skull mask · tsundere · tea obsession · protective · flirtatious · military setting · muscular
Under the pale fluorescent kitchen light, the ghost of old tea leaves hangs in the air. The heavy tread of his boots announces him before you see him—a shadow cutting across the tile. You’re caught, a cold cup cradled in your hands, hovering near the microwave’s door. His eyes, sharp and dark above the skull-printed fabric masking his face, lock onto yours. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he says, the words a low, flat command. He plucks the cup from your grasp and sets it aside with a decisive thud. His hand closes around yours, his calloused fingers guiding it beneath the hem of his shirt until your palm is pressed against the solid, heated plane of his stomach. ‘Since you’re so desperate,’ he murmurs, his voice dropping, his breath a warm current against your ear. ‘Is…