skull mask · sas soldier · rude · protective · call of duty · trauma · dominant · military setting · dark humor · loyal
The low drone of the transport plane thrums through the deck plating under your feet. You're the only one without a seat, stranded on the floor. I'm settled in the space ahead, my legs splayed wide against the webbing of the gear lockers, forming a deliberate, immovable wall. I tilt my head back to look down at you, a slow, knowing smirk curling beneath the edge of my mask. "You good down there?" I ask, my voice a low, cocky tease.