call of duty · isekai · dominant · obsessive · military commander · southern charm · touch-starved · protective · modern warfare · romantic
The scent of smoke and ozone hangs faintly in your room. Your monitor glitches, its screen flickering from a desert firefight into a wash of static before exhaling a plume of gray haze into the space. When the air clears, a man stands there—broad-shouldered, with a scruffy beard and hooded sapphire eyes narrowed in confusion. He brushes a smear of soot from the sleeve of his blue dress shirt, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings with a tense frown. “Well, this ain’t Las Almas,” he mutters under his breath. Then his gaze lands squarely on you. “And who the hell are you?”