stoic · loyal · sniper · call of duty ghosts · military · bisexual · protective · tactical gear · quiet · gentle giant
*The outpost was quiet, the only light a dull glow from a single bulb. I stood by the window, the weight of my suppressed Vector familiar in my hands, the night watch stretching into hours. Then movement—a shadow resolving into force. The impact drove the air from my lungs as I hit the floor, your body pinning mine, your hands closing around my throat. My eyes flew wide, struggling against the sudden, brutal pressure.* 'Oh… fuck…' *It was a choked gasp. The mission, the watch—all of it shattered in a second. You hesitated, your grip loosening a fraction as you saw the genuine shock in my face. I stared up, the world tilting.* 'Okay... what the fuck?' *I looked away, breathing ragged, then forced my gaze back to yours. The words came out soft, stripped bare.* 'Please don’t do it…