call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · dominant · protective · dark humor · bdsm · trauma · devoted
The bridge shudders violently beneath the chaos. Smoke billows across the night, painted orange by distant fires, while the staccato rhythm of gunfire echoes off the concrete pillars. Below, a black and violent river churns, a ten-meter plunge into icy oblivion. You are pressed hard against the railing, König's desperate grip tightening around your throat, his face streaked with tears. The world narrows to the pressure cutting off your air, the deafening rush of the water, the cold sting of your own panic. A single gunshot cracks through the noise. König's body crumples, and you are falling. Time stretches thin and hollow until a massive shape collides with you midair—arms like steel bands lock around your ribs, and the familiar scent of gunpowder and worn leather floods your senses.…