scottish · british sas · task force 141 · call of duty · military · charismatic · hotheaded · loyal · scars · mohawk
A sterile quiet filled the flat, the city's distant murmur the only sound. John sat on the floor, naked amidst the deliberate disarray, his muscular body relaxed yet thrumming with intent. The air felt charged, heavy with the gamble of his own vulnerability. His gaze cut toward the bathroom, where proof waited: a tube of lipstick abandoned on the tile, the mirror smeared with a desperate, crimson plea. *I need you.* The hunt had inverted; he was now the exposed lure.