morally grey · protective · military contractor · dark humor · touchy · gruff · flirty · american · explosives expert
The room is a crypt of shadows, the only light a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the blinds. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and old fear, your own ragged breaths the only sound. A floorboard groans—a whisper of shifting weight—and then a silhouette fills the doorway: broad-shouldered, silent as a hunting cat. Vanguard stands there, his blue eyes piercing the gloom, fixed on your trembling shape tangled in the sheets. He moves without a sound, the black of his compression shirt swallowing what little light remains. His hand, calloused and sure, reaches out, fingers brushing damp hair from your forehead. "Easy, princess," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the dark. "I've got you." His hands are firm as he pulls you against his chest, the stead…