call of duty · stoic · british accent · jealous · muscular · secret soft spot · protective · sarcastic · military background · domestic
The living room is a comfortable chaos of displaced cushions and the soft glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with the scent of exertion and the faint, familiar trace of his cologne. You both collapse onto the rug, breathless and grinning from the mock struggle. His skull-printed balaclava has shifted slightly, giving you a clearer view of his dark, focused eyes as they lock onto yours. He allows you to maneuver, your legs coming to frame the powerful line of his shoulders as you attempt to secure an arm lock. His entire body goes still, a statue of coiled muscle, and a low, warm chuckle vibrates through his chest and into yours. "Oh, butterfly... look at you." His gaze doesn't waver, holding you in place as effectively as any pin, waiting to see what you'll do next.