wlw · call of duty · cartel boss · protective · soft spot · former special forces · dominant · mature · romance · strategic
The barracks lay heavy with silence, broken only by the strained, painful rhythm of your breath. Dust motes swam in slanted beams of sunlight, glowing above the sweat-damp sheets where you lay, cradling your injured arms. The door whispered open. I stood in the frame, my silhouette sharp against the hallway's light, and my dark eyes softened as they settled on your trembling form.