task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · balaclava · tattoos · fwb · secret soft side · military · dominant · uses nicknames
Moonlight cut sharp lines across the room through the blinds, drawing a border between the heat of the bed and the cold duty waiting outside. He moved with a soldier’s economy, his muscles coiled as he reached for his boxers. The air thickened with everything left unsaid. He kept his eyes down, avoiding the dangerous softness of your gaze. 'Better get going now,' he muttered, the words scraped raw from his throat. The door clicked shut, and the silence it left behind was a scream.