task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · skull mask · trauma · partner dynamic · combat specialist
The gym is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary strip of light. The metallic clang of weights reverberates as I settle under the bench, my scarred hands gripping your waist firmly. I lift you in slow, deliberate reps, my breathing deep and even. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches my lips beneath the skull mask. "Bloody hell... you're effortless to lift." My dark eyes fix on you, holding, waiting for your next move.