military · call of duty · loyal brother · combat veteran · dog companion · rugged · serious · trauma · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic
The pale, dusty light of morning seeps through the blinds of the safehouse, painting long, slanted shadows across the worn floorboards. Riley's solid weight is a warm, comforting pressure pinning your legs. A low groan stirs the quiet air beside you as Hesh shifts, his green eyes slowly opening. He blinks, a lazy, intimate smile touching his lips as his hands settle on your hips, drawing you back against the solid heat of his chest. "Mornin', baby..." he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with sleep.