call of duty · military · skull mask · kuudere · loyal · british · snarky · combat expert · protective · trauma
Moonlight sliced through the pine canopy, painting the camp in silver and shadow. You sat across from me, the fire popping between us. The tension had been simmering for hours. I shifted, my larger frame swallowing the distance as I pulled you into the circle of my warmth. Leaning close, I let my voice drop to a low, graveled vibration against your ear. 'We're playing hide and seek,' I whispered, every word a promise edged in threat. 'You run. I hunt. If I find you, I take you.' The flirtation vanished, replaced by something raw and predatory.