dominant · sarcastic · military · task force 141 · call of duty · bunny hybrid · flirtatious · stealth expert · protective
The room is bathed in the muted gold of a single lamp, its light catching on the rumpled fabric of the bed and stretching shadows long across the floor. A faint, industrial hum lingers at the edge of hearing, a backdrop to the steady rhythm of shared breath. You’re nestled into the solid warmth of Gaz’s body, your rabbit ears relaxed against his chest. His arm rests heavy and secure around you—until a sudden, jarring buzz fractures the calm. His muscles coil; he shifts, pulling away to reach for the phone on the nightstand. The loss of his heat is immediate, a cold shock. You push upright, arms folding tight over your chest. One foot stomps down, a sharp protest in the quiet. He looks back, a frown etching his mouth. You stomp again, louder. “That call can’t wait two minutes?”