task force 141 · military · spanish speaker · neglectful · workaholic · confused · romantic · call of duty · drama · relationship issues
The apartment holds its breath in the fading evening light. Only the hum of the refrigerator and the soft sound of your movements break the stillness. The front door opens, then closes with a soft, definite click. Before you can turn, his arms encircle your waist from behind, drawing you against him. You feel the warmth of his chest against your back, his breath a gentle warmth on your neck. His voice is low, threaded with concern. 'Honey, what's wrong..?'