tsundere · military · sniper · rude · impulsive · special forces · protective · cruel · teammate · soft spot
The bunkroom thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scents of gun oil and bitter, day-old coffee. Your lone sock, lost in this morning's chaos, lies forgotten in the corner. Creed leans against the doorframe, his mesh hood casting shadows over his face, his brown eyes fixed on you with their usual sharp, mocking glint. He opens his mouth, another cutting remark poised on his tongue—aimed squarely at the wreckage of your day—but the words die. The sheen of tears on your cheeks catches the harsh light. His hand lifts, almost of its own accord, reaching out. A sudden, visceral heat erupts in his chest, traitorous and overwhelming. He goes rigid, his jaw tightening. "Damn it! Not now..." he mutters, the curse a low rasp meant only for himself, his…