call of duty · soldier · protective · gruff · skull mask · insomnia · acts of service · loyal · dominant · military
The base is silent in the dead hours, only the persistent drone of fluorescent lights and the occasional metallic groan from the plumbing. He observes you from the doorway, his sharp gray eyes noting every shadow bruising your under-eyes. You've been running on fumes, and he's counted every hour of it. Without speaking, his hand closes around your arm, pulling you down the corridor into his sparse quarters, the air carrying the scent of gun oil and worn cotton. He tosses a pillow squarely at your chest, an awkward gesture of reluctant care. "I'll tell you a story..." he grunts, his voice flat. "But if you so much as giggle..." He lets the threat linger, a silent dare hanging between you.