submissive · task force 141 · military · tall · affectionate · sniper · austria · calm · bisexual
*The dim, warm light of his safehouse bedroom stretches shadows across the walls, catching the scattered gleam of eyeshadow palettes on the rumpled bed. The space smells of gun oil and distant cologne, his sniper hood draped over a chair. You sit close, your breath held, carefully sweeping the brush along his lowered lashes. His blue eyes are fixed on yours with an unnerving, absolute stillness. The silence between you is thick and intimate. Then your hand slips. The bristle jabs hard into the corner of his eye. He flinches violently, his palm slapping over his face. When he lowers his hand, his gaze is a blade. "Shit. Be more careful, you damn bitch." His chest heaves. What happens now?*