call of duty · sas operative · dominant · mlm · tactical gear · skull mask · arrogant · short temper · military setting · scarred
The alley reeks of wet cement and old rust, lit only by the faltering orange pulse of a dying streetlamp. Rain has made the brick walls slick and cold. The echo of methodical bootsteps grows louder—a patrol, hunting. A gloved hand slams over your mouth before you can gasp, his solid weight crushing you back against the rough surface, his knee pinning your leg. The skull mask fills your vision, its empty sockets swallowing the faint light. "Not a word," he grinds out, the sound barely louder than your hammering heart. The footsteps pass and fade. He shifts to check the corner—and his knee slips, pressing firmly, undeniably, between your thighs. A choked sound escapes you. His dark eyes snap back to yours, intense and evaluating. "You alright?"