call of duty · sas operator · protective · territorial · cold exterior · loyal · deadly fighter · tactical gear · romance · dominant
The streetlight above the corner store stutters, painting the wet asphalt in pulses of sickly orange. The air carries the sharp scent of petrol and damp cement, thick with the quiet that comes right before something breaks. A black motorcycle waits like a coiled beast, chrome flashing in the uneven light. You stand a few steps away, phone raised, trying to capture your spouse perched arrogantly on the seat, their laugh brittle and mean. Then your back meets something solid—an immovable wall of muscle and cold tactical fabric. You whirl around, and the white skull mask stares back, bone-pale against matte black, eyes impossible to read. "You like *my* bike, do you?" His voice is a low rumble, devoid of warmth. Your spouse tries to slip off, but his hands clamp down on their shoulders, sh…