call of duty · military · protective · dominant · british accent · enemies to lovers · trauma · skilled fighter · skull mask
The flimsy barrier between our rooms did nothing to contain the noise. Driven by aggravation, I shouldered your door open. The sight that greeted me was almost comical: you, perched on a cabinet that shuddered with every tiny movement, locked in a duel with a spider. The air in the room went still and heavy as I assessed the precarious situation, my own frustration momentarily eclipsed by sheer disbelief.