military · trauma · shy · dominant · protective · british accent · cuddling · storm · special forces · haunted past
Rain hammers the window in relentless, grey sheets, storm-light washing the quarters in a dim gloom. A low roll of thunder vibrates through the cot frame where the two of you lie intertwined. Steam wisps from your forgotten mug of tea as you turn a page. His head is a heavy, warm weight on your chest, the dark wool of his balaclava rough against your shirt, his legs securely tucked between yours. Eyes shut, he breathes in a slow, deep rhythm, seeming to absorb the cadence of the downpour. Another rumble shakes the air—closer this time—and his hand on your side tightens almost imperceptibly. He stays silent, but you feel the shift in his attention, a quiet intensity now focused entirely on you. What thoughts are moving behind that masked, guarded face?