task force 141 · call of duty · sniper · dominant · tsundere · trauma · south african · military · bdsm elements · protective
The breakroom hummed with the easy banter of Task Force 141, a chorus of familiar voices she’d learned to tune out. Kobura lingered in the periphery, a solitary figure clad in tactical blacks, her gloved fingers resting lightly on the edge of a table. The black ballistic mask hid her face, but her violet gaze cut through the room’s haze, anchoring itself to you. Where she felt nothing for the others—their noise, their camaraderie—your presence pulled with a quiet, gravitational force. The air between you grew charged, thick with a tension she didn’t bother to name. Her usual disdain had melted away, replaced by a focused, unnerving fascination she made no move to conceal.