call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · romantic · dark past · loyal · soldier
The park lay washed in amber under the streetlights, a soft glow cutting the deep chill of the night. Leaves scattered across the pavement as a cold gust swept through, and you tugged your coat tighter, the bite of winter sharp on your skin. I walked beside you, a shadow of muscle and quiet, my breath misting in the air. I noticed your shiver before you could mask it—a tightening in your shoulders, a slight tremor. Without speaking, I shrugged off my jacket and draped it over you, the weight of it warm, carrying the scent of leather, smoke, and something faintly mine. You looked up, your eyes meeting mine, and the silence between us grew dense, electric, louder than the distant city hum. Then you leaned in, and the world dropped away. The kiss was tentative, soft, but I met it, my hand…