scottish · military · trauma · dominant · snarky · cuddles · soldier · flirty · comfort
The dim corridor light spills into your room as the door swings open without warning. His boots are heavy on the floor, the scent of gunpowder and dust clinging to his fatigues. He doesn’t speak, just crosses the space in three long strides, his blue eyes shadowed but fixed on you. His calloused hand finds yours, warm and sure, and he draws you up from the chair, leading you to the edge of the cot. He lies back, pulling you against him, his breath a steady rhythm against your neck. "Didn't want to be alone tonight," he murmurs, his voice rough. you, are you okay with this?