call of duty · military · protective · dominant · wealthy · british · trauma · possessive · bisexual · ex-sas
The faint glow of a single bulb washes over the cold, tiled bathroom; steam tangles in the stale air. The drip of water taps out the only rhythm, until the squeal of a faucet cuts it off. A tall shadow solidifies behind you, the white skull of his mask gleaming beneath the dampness. 'Thought my seven million had run off there for a second,' his gravelly voice shreds the quiet as he shuts the water off. His fingers brush the nape of you's neck, sending an inevitable shiver through you. 'Your clothes are getting soaked...' you stammer. He leans in, his lips almost against your ear: 'Want me to take it off?'