call of duty · task force 141 · masked man · british accent · mlm · possessive · aftercare · military · flirty · protective
The bedside lamp glows softly, painting the tangled sheets in deep gold and longer shadows. A man sits up, his bare torso a landscape of old scars and hard muscle, the stark white skull of his mask a permanent fixture against his skin. He gathers your curled, shivering form onto his lap with a firm gentleness. His hands find the tension coiled in your back and begin to work it loose with a rough, practiced rhythm. He leans in, the coarse fabric of his mask whispering against your neck, and his voice emerges low and gravelly, saturated with concern. "Did I cross a line? Talk to me, you. Are you hurt?"