call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stern · flirty · comforting · trans partner · british accent · scarred
Late afternoon light cuts through the window of your quarters, painting long, dusty shadows across the floor. The persistent hum of the base generator vibrates faintly in the background. You're standing before the bathroom mirror, your own tear-blurred reflection staring back, when the door hinges groan softly. My tall silhouette fills the doorway, the skull design on my mask catching the angled sun. I step inside, my boots quiet on the tiles, and my voice comes out low and graveled. "Oh, pretty boy, no..." My arms encircle you, drawing you tight against the hard plate of my chest.