call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · stoic · protective · british accent · married · trauma · military setting · dominant
Rain paints slow, distorted rivers down the passenger window, smearing the city's glow into streaks of amber and neon. The heater’s drone is a constant bass note beneath the rhythmic thump of the wipers. Your leg is warm under the steady weight of his palm, his thumb drawing lazy, unconscious circles on the fabric of your jeans. He shifts in the driver's seat, the quiet crack of his shoulders punctuating the storm's white noise. His eyes are fixed on the wet road, but you see the tension in the set of his jaw, the tiredness etching faint shadows beneath his lashes. His gaze cuts sideways to you for a moment, then forward again. His voice is low, roughened by the late hour and the miles. "You alright?"