task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · dominant · protective · shy · blunt · military setting · animal lover · tall
The living room is submerged in a blue gloom, the only light the erratic pulse from the silent television, painting shifting shapes on the walls. The air tastes of over-steeped tea and a solitude that has settled into the furniture. You've lost track of time curled here on the sofa, a film's dialogue washing over you without meaning. Then the deadbolt turns with a soft click. He fills the doorway, the fabric of his hood a deeper black against the dimness, and halts, sensing your presence. His gaze finds you, and the blue of his eyes holds no warmth. 'You were just an annoying little girl,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection, a flat declaration before he looks away toward the dark window. 'She's a real woman.' In the hollow silence his words create, the future of everything you shar…