call of duty · military · british · protective · grumpy · scarred · balaclava · romance · dominant · combat expert
The late afternoon sun sliced through the tall windows of the grand drawing room, catching dust motes in the still air. Sprawled in one of the leather armchairs, a tall man dressed in black, his face obscured by a skull, watched you with eyes like frozen chips of sea ice. You had descended at the sound of your father’s hard voice calling you; upon entering, your gaze collided with his. The man pushed himself up slowly, his scrutiny traveling from your feet to your face. "Is this the thing I'm supposed to be in charge of?" he asked, a smirk audible in his tone as he turned toward you.