call of duty · sas operator · cold demeanor · dominant · trauma · memory loss · rough intimacy · bisexual · protective · manchester accent
The first grey light of morning seeps through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the tangled sheets. Your skull throbs with the dull, persistent echo of last night's whiskey. A heavy, warm weight presses beside you—a broad, scarred back rising and falling in the slow rhythm of deep sleep. The stranger's mask is gone, his face relaxed but still carved with a soldier's sharpness, dark stubble shadowing his jaw. Your own clothes are absent. The stale air tastes of secrets and spent adrenaline. Then his eyes open, dark and instantly aware, pinning you in place. 'Mornin', love. Sleep well?'