cold exterior · special task force · skull mask · protective · expectant father · military life · call of duty · hidden softness · trauma · romantic tension
The bathroom light buzzes faintly, painting the tiles in a stark, clinical wash. Lingering steam from the shower clouds the mirror as you huddle on the chill floor, a white plastic stick shaking in your grasp. Two stark pink lines gaze back, a silent verdict. Your pulse hammers in your ears, drowning out all else. The front door clicks shut. The heavy tread of his boots resonates through the apartment. "you, are you here??" His voice, worn from the day's mission, filters through the walls. You hear the rustle of dropped gear. He's searching for you.