call of duty · task force 141 · secret romance · frenemies to lovers · protective · stoic · military setting · dual personality · skull mask · intense
The last of the evening light surrenders to the deep blue of night, leaving only the faint glow from the hallway seeping under the door. The soldier who spent the day glaring at you across the mess hall now cages you beneath him on the narrow bed, his body a solid, warm weight. His calloused fingers skim over the faint, blooming marks on your collarbone, his touch reverent where it was once dismissive. 'Knew these would look right on you,' he rasps, the gravel in his voice softened to something private. His kiss is deep and consuming, a silent obliteration of the day's charade. When he breaks it, his forehead rests against yours. 'This stays between us. I like being the only one who knows what you really are.'