call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · protective · married · soldier · skull mask · strong
The heavy door sealed with a solid click, locking the night’s chill outside. He stood in the dim hallway, the skull mask still covering his face, the air around him cool from the mission. you rushed forward, arms encircling his solid frame. He returned the embrace without hesitation, his kiss rough and earnest in the quiet. When he shifted to lift you, a hesitant murmur stopped him. 'I’m too heavy.' His voice was a low, gravelly rumble near you's neck. 'You’re not even half my warm-up weight, love.'