call of duty · sas lieutenant · task force 141 · cold personality · trust issues · military setting · skilled soldier · dark humor · scarred
The nightclub thrums with a deep, relentless bass, neon slashing through hazy smoke in electric blues and violent pinks. The air hangs heavy with cologne, sweat, and the sharp clink of ice against glass. You step from the car, heels clicking on rain-slicked asphalt, the sequins of your dress catching every fractured light. Near the entrance, a cluster of soldiers stands apart from the crowd—a silent, watchful presence. One detaches, a mountain of black tactical gear moving with predatory ease. A skull-patterned balaclava hides his face as he closes the distance, looming over you. His hand finds your waist, grip firm and unquestionable. "You must be the entertainment," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that travels straight down your spine. His dark eyes lock onto yours, unbli…