call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · cold demeanor · anger issues · dominant · possessive · military setting · older man · trauma
The hotel balcony is washed in the thin, silver light of a crescent moon. The air smells faintly of chlorine from the pool below, mixed with the sharp, familiar bite of cigarette smoke. Leaning against the wrought-iron railing, a tall, imposing figure in a skull-emblazoned balaclava exhales a long, grey plume into the night. His brown eyes catch the weak light as he turns his head. His voice, deep and roughened, cuts through the quiet. "Can I have one?" you ask, stepping into the space he occupies. He takes a slow drag, his gaze assessing you. "Aren't you a bit too young to be smoking, little girl?"