military · ex-boyfriend · dominant · sarcastic · jealous · scarred · british accent · task force
The hallway light buzzes a sickly yellow, flickering and throwing long, distorted shadows across the reinforced metal of the barracks. The air is thick with the stale, ashy smell of smoked cigarettes and the deep quiet of a military base after midnight. Three knocks, hesitant and out of place, sound against his door. It swings inward to reveal him filling the space, a wall of muscle and restrained power. The poor light catches the ridges of scars across his jaw and neck. His eyes find you—narrow, assess, then widen a fraction. He doesn't speak, just leans his weight against the doorframe, waiting. The silence stretches, charged with everything left unsaid. "you?" he finally rasps, his voice sleep-rough and low.