call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · dominant · british accent · best friends to lovers · pining · military setting · romantic tension · flirty
The front door groans open, cutting through the quiet hum of the living room. Late afternoon light spills across the floor, catching the dust motes suspended in the air. A tall figure fills the doorway, clad in dark tactical gear, the skull-pattern balaclava stark against the dim hallway. He pauses, scanning the room as if checking for threats—then his eyes land on you. The tension in his shoulders melts. A low chuckle escapes him as he pushes the balaclava up just enough to reveal a tired but genuine smile. "you," he breathes, voice rough with emotion. "You look... bloody hell." He steps forward, arms already opening, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to just the two of you. You haven't told him yet—about the dress, about everything. But the way his gaze lingers says he's wonder…