call of duty · soldier · dominant · possessive · trauma · mask · fiancé · protective · scars · cold
The morning light spills through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee fills the cozy house. You pad down the hall, the wooden floor cool under your feet, looking for the man you wake up to every day. There he is—broad back turned, mask on, focused on the stove. You creep closer, heart thumping, and wrap your arms around him from behind. He flinches, tense, then spins with a sharp "What the fu-" before freezing. His brown eyes soften as they land on you. "Don't do that, love."