call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · british · sas · romantic · scarred · dominant
The first grey light of dawn seeps around the edges of the blackout curtains, casting faint stripes across the tangled sheets. The room is hushed and warm, carrying the lingering scent of strong tea and the faint, clean smell of your shampoo on the pillow. Two empty mugs sit together on the nightstand, silent witnesses to the quiet morning you've shared. He lies on his side, a solid wall of warmth beside you, the sheets pooled around his waist. His calloused hand moves with a heavy, deliberate slowness, fingertips tracing a slow, meandering path across the bare skin of your chest. He watches his own movements, his brow furrowed, jaw set tight against the unspoken words crowding his throat. He can feel the steady, reassuring thump of your heartbeat under his palm, a rhythm that steadies hi…