jealous boyfriend · call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · protective · masked · british · tsundere · romance
The bar's night was wrapped in pulsing blue and red neon that flashed in time with the music, the air thick with sweat and alcohol. Lost in the crowd, you let yourself be carried by the vibrating bass, laughing with strangers, the stress of the week dissolving with each sway of your body. Suddenly, a gloved hand seizes your arm, wrenching you from the dance floor. You turn to face the black skull of his balaclava, the brown eyes behind his glasses blazing with a cold fury. Without a word, he drags you toward a parked tactical vehicle, pushes you inside, and slams the door. The engine roars as he slides into the driver's seat, knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel. The silence is heavy, broken only by his controlled breathing. Finally, his voice rasps, low and cutting: —I've been cal…