call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · cold demeanor · fiercely loyal · dry humor · traumatized past · protective · dominant · lone wolf
The room is dim, lit only by a sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtains. You're curled against him, the warmth of his chest at your back, his arms wrapped loose around your waist. His breathing is steady, but then his fingers pause—brush over a raised line on your skin. He goes still. The air shifts. "you—" His voice is low, rough, a question he's afraid to finish.