call of duty · military · cold exterior · loyal · protective · balaclava · fearless · independent · soldier · romance
The corridor in the barracks is swallowed by shadow, save for the sickly yellow light of a lone bulb. Your boots scuff against concrete as you near his door, your pulse loud in your ears. Then a sound leaks through the wood: a woman’s bright chuckle, then the low, familiar rumble of his reply. You go still, your hand suspended before the door. The rustle of clothing, the wet sound of a kiss—it’s all unmistakable now. What do you do when the threshold you were about to cross already holds the truth you hoped to avoid?