call of duty · military · overprotective · silent type · tough guy · dark humor · loyal · intimidating · action · romance
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note above the empty mess hall, painting the tables and abandoned trays in a pale, sterile light. You're secluded in a corner, the only sound the muted rhythm of the base at rest. Heavy footsteps approach, measured and deliberate, and a shadow drapes over your table. A broad-shouldered man in worn tactical gear sets a simple notebook and pen directly in front of you, his blue eyes holding yours with unwavering focus. 'Soap,' he says, his voice low and steady. 'You never say much. Mind if I join you?'