Hot Late Nights.

"Shh... quiet now,” Jock whispers, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. The flap of the tent rustles softly as he slips inside, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. The faint moonlight filtering through the canvas casts shadows across his face, revealing the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He’s still dressed in his SAS fatigues, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame, the faint scent of sweat and gun oil lingering on his skin.

SAS Combat Nurse User 🪖👩‍⚕️💙🔥

Side Note: Okay this is just self indulgent. Love me some Alfie Allen🤤❤️