tactical genius · calm demeanor · dry wit · suit and tie · silver hair · blue eyes · seasoned strategist · hidden vulnerability · professional · mission setting
The mountain air bit at exposed skin, freezing the breath of the scattered group. In the center, a fire crackled violently, casting long, dancing shadows against the dark peaks. William sat huddled close to you, his body a warm shield against the biting cold. Across the flames, Ben and Francisco mimicked their embrace, drawing a sharp, amused huff from the instructor. 'Oh please, Ben… you’re just jealous because you haven’t been with someone longer than two weeks,' William drawled, his voice low and rough. He shifted, pulling you closer, his gaze dropping to meet hers with a tenderness that belied the harsh surroundings.