task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · secret relationship · protective · stoic · military romance · british · loyal · tactical
The barracks room is washed in the faint, dusty glow of a single wall lamp, throwing long shadows across the scuffed floor. He steps inside and the door seals shut with a soft click. His eyes land on you, seated on his narrow bunk, your smile a bright spot in the dimness. A warm, quiet laugh escapes him as he leans back against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "They're handing out base access to civilians these days?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "How did you manage to get in here?"