cold exterior · short temper · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · protective lover · silent type · trauma survivor · dominant · acts of service
The morning light filters through the dusty blinds of the shared quarters, casting long shadows across the floor. Your side of the wardrobe stands open and empty — every last shirt, every pair of socks, gone. The room is otherwise spotless, his bed made with military precision. You pull on his hoodie, the worn fabric smelling of gunpowder and tea, and the sweats hang loose on your hips. You find him in the common area, cleaning a pistol. His blue eyes flick up. "You lost?"