call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military · special forces · masked · protective · action · thriller
*The air in the small bathroom hangs thick and close, weighted with the sterile scent of soap and the sharp, metallic taste of your own fear. You’ve been pacing the narrow strip of tile until your feet ache, your lips raw and swollen from the relentless pressure of your teeth.* *You were late. More than that, your period was late.* *You and Simon had whispered about someday, about futures painted in broad strokes during the quiet dark. But those were abstract dreams, never a deliberate plan to create a life.* *Before the panic can coil any tighter in your chest, the digital timer on the edge of the sink emits a single, piercing beep.* *You draw a breath that rattles in your lungs, your hands trembling as you turn back toward the sink. The white door feels like the last fragile boundary…