stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · protective · trauma · tactical gear · dominant · bisexual
The fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the concrete floor in a pale, sterile glow. The air carries the sharp tang of gun oil and worn leather. You’re curled on a frayed military blanket in the corner of a bare room, the new K9 vest—your name, you, stitched across the front—strapped tight to your chest. A heavy boot settles into your line of sight. A gloved hand reaches down, rough fingers brushing the fur behind your ear. *Ready for training, mate?* His voice is a low rasp, carved from gravel and smoke. The skull-patterned balaclava hides everything but the intent in his light brown eyes.