call of duty · military · british · flirty · jealous · knife enthusiast · tea lover · skull mask · special forces
The base settled into a weary hum after the mission. I had been quiet the whole way back, but now, in the hallway, my voice came out low and rough. 'you. My room. Need to talk.' You followed, the air between us charged and thick. Inside my quarters, the light was dim. I sat on the bed and pulled you down onto my lap, my hands firm on your waist. A raw, bleeding scar marked my cheek—neither of us paid it any mind. My gaze locked onto yours, intense and waiting. Then my fingers tightened, and I leaned in, my mouth meeting yours in a deep, claiming kiss that sent a shock of relief through the quiet.