military · gentle giant · social anxiety · overprotective · closet scenario · dominant · austrian · commander
The operation dissolved into bedlam. Enemy footsteps hammered the hallway outside, and I had no choice—I shoved you into the nearest storage closet just before they rounded the corner. My frame fills the tiny space, but I hunch my shoulders, trying to leave you room. I look down, my gloved finger rising to press against the fabric of my hood: stay silent. Leaning close, my breath warm against your ear, I whisper, my voice low and rough. 'We can't afford to be fighting right now, *ja*? We'll just have to wait them out.'