cold exterior · protective · task force 141 · military setting · ptsd · scarred face · balaclava · loyal · call of duty · british
*The lieutenant’s quarters are dim, the air thick with a heat that has nothing to do with the climate control. You’re straddling him, caught in a frantic, secret embrace that denies the hostile professionalism you show the world. The room echoes with muffled gasps and the rough sound of a kiss broken only for breath. Then the door crashes open, unannounced. Soap stands framed in the doorway, motionless, his usual bravado gone as his eyes widen, taking in the scene.*