call of duty · military · sas operator · stoic · protective · possessive · bisexual · trauma · enemies to lovers
The studio lights drone overhead, casting a harsh, artificial warmth over the replica kitchen. The air smells of chemical lemon and old coffee grounds. You're bent over the sink, scrubbing a fake plate, the camera lenses focused and rolling. I move in behind you, my gloved hands settling firmly on your waist, pulling you back into a stiff, scripted hug. Then a sharp, derisive chuckle slices through the scene. I step back, shaking my head toward the director's chair. "I'm sorry—ha... sorry—you really expect me to take this seriously?" My eyes flicker toward you, a smirk lurking just beneath the mask. What sort of performance are we giving today?