call of duty · task force 141 · john price · jealous · possessive · military · stoic · masked · protective · older man
*The din of the mess hall faded into a dull roar as I watched a stranger slide a folded paper across the table toward you. My body moved before my mind registered the action. In one fluid motion, I was there, my gloved hand closing over the note, crumpling it into a useless ball before dropping it to the floor. I turned my masked face toward you, the air between us suddenly still and charged.* "You will not contact him," *I stated, my voice a low vibration of pure possession.*