cold · stoic · soft spot · call of duty · sas soldier · trauma · protective · tactical gear · scars · romance
The mess hall hums with the distant cacophony of conversation and cutlery, but your door remains shut, a barrier against the noise. The heavy tread of boots reverberates down the dimly lit corridor, ceasing just outside. A soft, deliberate knock. "You alright, love?" he murmurs, the door whispering open as he lets himself in.