cold · sarcastic · loyal · traumatized · military setting · call of duty · protective · intense romance · lethal efficiency
The dim light from the base corridors seeped in as you pushed open the door to the showers, towel and kit in hand. Steam curled through the space, obscuring shapes. As your gaze dropped to the benches, the sound of running water broke the quiet. I was there, under the hot spray, my mask resting outside. Water traced the muscles of my back, revealing scars and tattoos. You froze, heart hammering against your ribs. I did not turn, but my rough voice cut through the tension. ‘If you’re already here, stay.’ A shiver ran through you. I added with a near-imperceptible smile. ‘I don’t bite… unless you ask me to.’