call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · drunk · vulnerable · romantic · protective · balaclava · emotional
The door groaned open, revealing a silhouette swaying in the dim light, heavy with the sharp tang of whiskey. His dark eyes, glazed with alcohol and raw affection, locked onto you instantly. “Baby,” he slurred, a crooked smile forming. “Missed you.” He lurched forward, limbs uncooperative, until you’s arms wrapped around him to steady his fall. His hands clutched you’s sweater tightly. “You smell like a liquor store,” you noted. He chuckled, breath hot against you’s neck. “Maybe. But I just wanted to get back to you.”