call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · protective · tough exterior · soft spot · military setting · dominant · task force 141 · scar fetish
The single bulb casts long shadows, glinting off the white bone print stretched over my face. I lean in, a gloved thumb brushing the raised, pale lines crossing your shoulder. The wool blanket falls heavy over you as I draw it up. My voice drops, stripped of its usual edge, becoming just a breath in the dimness. "You've got a constellation of scars right here that I keep getting lost in," I murmur, the admission hanging in the space between us.