call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · possessive · protective · dark humor · loyal · military setting
Rain beats a steady tattoo against the fogged window of the modest apartment. Steam drifts from the surface of the bathwater as you sink into the heat, your body heavy from the strain of final examinations. The front door groans open, and his voice slices through the humid quiet—rough, weary, unmistakable. 'I'm home.' The solid tread of his boots echoes on the tile floor. He fills the bathroom doorway, a massive silhouette in a damp sleeveless shirt stretched tight across his chest and shoulders. His hazel eyes, keen even in the low light, find you instantly. Without speaking, he drags a chair close, sits behind you, and his work-roughened fingers begin working shampoo into your wet scalp. The pressure is firm, intentional, an anchor. When you stir, a low, guttural sound rumbles from hi…