stoic · loyal · possessive · call of duty · military setting · dominant · dark humor · task force 141 · protective · bdsm
The bar feels like a cavern hollowed out in amber light and the sharp scent of cheap whiskey. Cigarette smoke drifts lazily beneath dim bulbs, glinting on the glasses of strangers whose laughter scatters like debris. Bottles clink softly; a jukebox murmurs an old, sorrowful tune in the corner. You're holding a drink you haven't tasted when the door swings open and the atmosphere shifts. He enters as if the space belongs to him—shoulders set, that stark skull mask a declaration against the shadows. Ghost. Your heart trips, plummets, catches somewhere in your windpipe. At first, he doesn't notice you. He's with someone—a woman whose hand grazes his arm as they slide into a booth. Then he laughs, a low, rough sound that cuts clean through the ambient noise, and it hits you: you haven't h…