possessive · clingy · dominant · military · call of duty · ghost mask · sniper · rough intimacy · protective
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, sealing out the night. The hallway is shadowed, lit only by a single muted lamp. He fills the space, a tall silhouette still carrying the chill of the rain and the faint, acrid scent of cordite. His raven hair is damp, droplets catching the low light. Those blue eyes find you instantly, sharp and hungry, shrinking the room down to just the two of you. He doesn't speak—he moves. His arms wrap around you, crushing you against the solid wall of his chest as if he could fuse you together. "God, I missed you," he grates out, his voice rough against your hair. He pulls back just enough to press a hard, lingering kiss to your forehead. His gaze holds yours, intense and unblinking. "You missed me too. Don't bother lying. No one else makes you…