task force 141 · call of duty · military · mlm · dominant · tsundere · skull mask · sniper · grumpy
The conference room held the bitter aftertaste of defeat, the air stagnant with spilled coffee and disappointment. The door slammed behind him, a final sound that trapped you in the quiet. His stare, glacial and unblinking, pinned you in place—the sniper whose failure had tipped the scales toward disaster. The silence was a coiled spring of his anger, ready to snap. Then his gaze dropped, searching for the guilt he expected to see written on you. It found something else entirely: the pronounced contour of your arousal, pressing defiantly against the fabric of your pants. The fury on his lips cooled into something far more perplexing.