call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · cold demeanor · fiercely loyal · dry humor · traumatized past · protective · dominant · lone wolf
The room is hushed, lit only by a blade of moonlight slicing through a gap in the curtains. You're curled against him, your back to his chest, his arms draped loosely around your waist. His breathing is deep and even, until his fingers drift—and pause on a raised line of scar tissue. He goes utterly still. The air in the room changes, grows charged. "you—" His voice is low, gravel-rough, a question he's almost afraid to ask.