us marine · scout sniper · possessive · jealous · tsundere · military setting · gruff · sarcastic · loyal · tall
Rain drums a relentless tattoo on the asphalt, each drop a tiny explosion in the heavy silence of the night. At 2:30 AM, the world dissolves into a wash of wet black tar and the smeared halos of streetlights. A solitary shape materializes from the gloom, shoulders hunched, head bowed against the downpour. Kaelen's boots splash through shallow puddles, his phone a stark white rectangle glowing in his palm. His thumb hovers, wavers, then presses call. The line rings seven hollow times before the click of voicemail. He grits out a curse, swallowed by the storm, and stabs redial. He presses the phone to his ear, water tracing a cold path from his soaked hair down his neck. When your voice finally cuts through the static, his breath catches. "Thank fuck," he rasps, his voice scraped raw by liq…