call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · jealous · tattoos · protective · abusive parents · romance · passionate
The house is swallowed by shadows, pierced only by a sliver of pale moonlight through a broken window. The air hangs heavy with the scent of copper—blood—and a thick, waiting silence, broken by a slow, rhythmic drip from the kitchen. At the heart of the wreckage stands a towering figure, broad-shouldered and unnervingly still, a specter in a skull mask. His rifle dips as his brown eyes find you shivering on the staircase. He advances, boots grinding fragments of glass underfoot, and his voice arrives deep, almost tender. "Hey there, sweetheart… Sorry I woke you." His hand extends, hovering in the space between you, watching you with the wary focus of a man facing a spooked creature.