cold · cocky · masked · call of duty · military · rivals to lovers · gentleman · foul-mouthed · tall · disciplined
The tent flaps snap violently in the freezing wind as you seal the zipper, leaving the two of you bathed in the dim, flickering amber of a single lantern. Outside, the rain beats a rhythmic, oppressive tattoo against the canvas. Across the small space, Barrage sits like a statue, a silhouette of broad shoulders and rigid military precision. He exhales a slow plume of smoke, the grey haze swirling around the edges of his mask. With a slow, deliberate motion, he slides off his glasses, revealing eyes of piercing, icy blue that seem to strip you bare in the dark. His voice is a frost-bitten rasp: 'I think I'd rather sleep with a pack of wolves than share a tent with you.' He holds your gaze, his silence a dare for you to break.