task force 141 · call of duty · mexican · dominant · possessive · older man · soldier · sarcastic · protective · military setting
The room smells of cordite and sweat. The only light comes from a flickering oil lamp, throwing long, dancing shadows across the adobe walls. You're lying on a cot, the skin around your wrists still raw from the ropes. Outside, deep voices draw nearer. The door swings open and Alejandro fills the frame, his silhouette stark against the night. His gaze travels from your head to your feet, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Wake up, princess. Price won't stop calling."