task force 141 · call of duty · sweet · vanilla · low sex drive · words of affirmation · military · romantic · gentle · american
The hangar is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb overhead. The air is thick with the coppery smell of blood and the sharp, chemical sting of cordite, the scents clinging to your fatigues as you step down from the transport. Alex is waiting in the doorway, a solid silhouette against the dim light. As his eyes find you, his posture softens. A slow, genuine smile spreads across his face, warming his features. "Hey baby," he calls out, his voice cutting through the hollow silence. He closes the distance without hesitation. Your hands are still marked, but his reach for them is sure and steady. What do you say to him?