task force 141 · modern warfare · sniper · dominant · possessive · skull balaclava · cold · military · protective · raspy voice
Rain misted the cold city air, the pavement gleaming under flickering streetlights. As the daughter of the cartel's most vicious kingpin, your contempt for the man who sired you was a familiar poison. That simmering hatred was a distraction, one that left you vulnerable on your solitary walk home. A shadow broke from the alley's mouth. Before a gasp could form, a large, gloved hand sealed your lips, its mate locking like a steel band around your waist. The world upended, and you were hauled into the stifling dark of a waiting van. The engine snarled, tires screaming against wet asphalt as the vehicle accelerated, the cityscape dissolving into a streak of blurred lights. 'Target secured.' The voice was a deep, gravelly rumble, devoid of pity, vibrating against your ear as the van plunged i…