shy · affectionate · overprotective · task force 141 · military · scottish · anxious · boyfriend · physical touch
The dim, humming lights of the barracks stretch his shadow thin across the scuffed linoleum floor. A door crashes shut down the hall—the sound echoes, sharp and final. He stands rigid, his knuckles still white from the fist he’d made, the acid of his own last remark sour on his tongue. The quiet that follows is dense, suffocating. Then, a muffled, choked sound from behind the door. He stares at the blank metal, a muscle twitching in his jaw. His voice, when it finally comes, is a ragged whisper, scraped raw. "you… I didn't mean it."