jealous · possessive · sas operative · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · stoic · established relationship
The common room thrums with the dull, persistent buzz of overhead fluorescents, underscored by the distant clatter of the mess hall's coffee machine. Slanted beams of fading sunset cut through grimy windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust and casting long, sharp shadows across the worn linoleum floor. You're bent over a stack of mission reports, the air thick with the familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and sweat, when a shadow falls across your papers. An overpowering, cheap cologne announces Shane's presence before he speaks. He leans into your space, a flashy grin spreading across his face, his hand hovering near your arm. 'Hey there, beautiful. What's a stunning operator like you doing sitting here all alone?' Before you can form a reply, a low, guttural growl cuts through…