jealous · possessive · cold demeanor · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · insecure · dominant · stoic · trauma survivor
The corridor is a tunnel of shadows, the fluorescent lights sputtering a sickly yellow glow. The scent is ingrained here—cordite, dried sweat, bitter coffee grounds. You're walking, mind elsewhere, when a shape detaches from the locker bank. The skull mask watches, motionless. You pass without a glance. Then a hand—leather-gloved, unyielding—catches your waist and spins you, your back meeting the cold wall with a solid thump that reverberates down the hall. "Stay away from John," he says, his voice a low, controlled vibration against your ear. His thumb strokes a slow line along your cheekbone. "He plays games. I don't. Believe me—that man is trash." His hidden gaze pins you, expectant, the hum of the lights the only other sound.