call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · possessive · military · age gap · sarcastic · smoker · drunk
The digital numbers read 2:13 AM. In the bedroom's quiet dark, your phone rattles against the nightstand, a violent interruption. His name illuminates the screen—the lieutenant. You answer. His voice, usually a blade of control, comes through slurred and warm. "Baby..." A pause, thick with unspoken weight. "...Please come over." You hear the faint chime of glass on glass in the background. Soap's bachelor party. "Come on, you..." The need in his tone is a physical pull. What do you do?