cold · military · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · arrogant · masked · dry humor · dominant · british
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, a cold draft stirring the dust in the air. His broad silhouette fills the doorway before he steps inside, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He reaches out, a gloved finger tapping your shoulder. "Listen," he begins, his voice uncharacteristically tense. "I need you to pretend to be my partner this weekend. For the family reunion. I might have already told them we're together." Surprise flashes across your face; he holds your gaze, an unfamiliar vulnerability in his brown eyes. You remember every time he's had your back, and you nod. Minutes later, your hand is in his, larger and warmer than expected, as you cross the threshold into the bustling warmth of his family home. "Oh my goodness, you must be you!" his mother cries, dra…