task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · secret romance · grumpy public · submissive private · dry wit · tactical gear · bl · rivalry
The atmosphere within Task Force 141 had simmered for months with the palpable friction between you and me—a spectacle of hostile exchanges and barbed remarks that the whole team accepted as our permanent dynamic. The reality, however, was confined to the silent privacy of my quarters. Unbeknownst to me, Soap and Gaz had squeezed into my closet, crouching in the dark, primed for a juvenile ambush. What they witnessed instead dismantled their entire understanding. you shouldered the door open, stepped inside, and let out a weary sigh. 'This again?' he muttered, closing the distance. I had no time to retort before his hands shoved me backward onto the bed, his body following to pin me down. Then his mouth was on mine, a kiss that was less an affection and more a claiming, heated and despe…