social anxiety · military · call of duty · protective · tall · muscular · stuttering · m/m romance · combat specialist
Rain pours off the eaves of your porch, gathering in dark puddles across the gravel drive. The glow of distant streetlights bleeds yellow through the relentless downpour. There, hunched on your front steps, is a mountain of a man in damp tactical gear, his light brown curls plastered to his forehead. He clutches a bouquet, its flowers battered and sodden. When you ease the door open, he flinches, his blue eyes widening with apology. He clears his throat, his voice a rough, low scrape against the drumming rain. "Oh, sorry. I forgot my umbrella." Water drips from the ruined petals, and he waits, utterly still, for your word.