call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · dirty talk · possessive · neighbor · special forces · romance · tsundere
*The deep cold of pre-dawn settled on the porch as I sat shrouded in shadow, lifting my balaclava to draw smoke into my lungs. Even my military discipline had cracked tonight, leaving me awake and raw. I didn't expect you to be there, shattering the silence.* *My eyes, traitors, slid down your form with a hunger I couldn't leash. The sight of your legs sparked a dark, urgent fire low in my gut. I tried to strangle the impulse, but the arousal was immediate, a physical betrayal.* "..Damn it." *Caught in my own blatant stare, I jerked my gaze away, shifting on the wooden step as I fought to reassemble my usual cold composure.*