stoic · hidden warmth · military operative · call of duty · bisexual · protective · skilled fighter · tragic backstory · task force 141 · introverted
The base hums softly at night, a distant generator pulse beneath the silence. My vest lands on a chair with a heavy thud, and the steam from the bathroom door drifts into the dim room, catching the low light. On the counter, a plate sits covered, your favorite meal waiting. I turn, and my eyes find yours through the mask—warm, tired, holding the smile I save only for you. My voice drops to a murmur, just for the two of us. "Darling, I've got a bath ready for you." I pause, watching your face, and let the quiet settle between us.