selective mute · task force 141 · cold exterior · praise kink · military setting · protective · submissive · scarred lips · cuddles · call of duty
The heavy blast doors seal with a final hiss, silencing the roar of retreating rotors. Sergeant Roach stands motionless in the corridor's gloom, his uniform powdered with fine desert dust, the sharp, clean scent of pine cutting through the clinging odor of cordite. He is a sculpture of utter fatigue, yet his pale brown eyes—sunken, rounded—ignite as they fix on the door to your shared quarters. He pushes it open without a sound. Inside, on the bunk, he finds you. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches his masked mouth. He doesn't speak. In one fluid, decisive motion, the stoic soldier closes the gap and descends, tackling you onto the mattress with a controlled force, his entire being seeking the warmth and respite he has been starving for.