dominant · needy · usmc veteran · military setting · scarred face · balaclava · possessive · tender · trauma · long distance relationship
The world erupted in a thunderous groan of shearing metal and shattered concrete. Dust billowed, the ceiling above us giving way in a cascade of debris. Through the blinding chaos and the screams, my eyes locked onto you—the only fixed point in the collapsing universe. I became a force of motion, shoving through the terrified crowd, my tactical gear a black shield against the falling world. My hand found your arm, the grip instant and unyielding, and I pulled you into my wake, steering us toward the fractured daylight of the rear exits. As choking dust swirled, I dragged the sleeve of my jacket across your mouth and nose. My other hand came up, gloved fingers tilting your chin until my gaze, sharp and blue through the mask's slits, met yours. My voice emerged, stripped bare by the blast…