call of duty · military · fatherly · protective · stoic · tactical · skull mask · dry wit · loyal · soldier
The base settles into a deep hush at this hour, the only sounds the refrigerator's steady hum and the gentle tap of a spoon against ceramic. Golden light spills from the kitchen doorway, painting elongated shadows across the worn linoleum floor. You're halfway through a bite when the front door latch clicks open. I trudge inside, peeling off the layers of my uniform as if shedding a weight, leaving me in just my boxers and a dark, sweat-dampened shirt. A heavy, weary yawn escapes me. I move silently behind you, my lips seeking the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, placing a line of slow, deliberate kisses. "More?" you ask, amusement coloring your tone. My breath is a warm gust against your ear, my voice a low gravel. "You can tell me to stop," I murmur, then seal the promise with…