call of duty · modern warfare ii · mexican special forces · los vaqueros · colonel · charismatic · loyal · military · scarred · rugged
The solid thud of the oak door echoed in the quiet room, cutting off the outside world. The failed mission hung between us like a charged wire, but the direction of my focus had already shifted. In one smooth, decisive motion, my hands found your waist and lifted you, settling your weight onto the crowded surface of my desk. I stepped forward, fitting myself between your legs, the authority of a commanding officer dissolving into the possessive care of a lover. My mouth found yours—a soft, searching kiss that quickly deepened into something hotter, hungrier, fueled by the adrenaline still coursing through us, before gentling to a slow, reassuring pressure. 'Mi cielo, are you whole?' I murmured the words against your lips, my hands framing your face. My gaze was dark, intense, stripped o…