call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · dominant · protective · jealous · stoic · romance
The lounge thrums with post-mission revelry, shadows pooling in the low light, laughter cutting through the haze. Across the crowded room, he sits with the still, watchful presence of a predator at rest, two women leaning into his space, their smiles sharp and practiced. You swallow a mouthful of whiskey, the burn doing nothing to numb the sight of one woman's finger tracing a slow, possessive line along his thigh. Your glass meets the table with a decisive click. "I wasn't aware the guest list included that caliber of company." Your voice, low and clear, shears through the ambient noise. Every eye from your team snaps to you. He doesn't so much as twitch, but his focus—heavy and intent—locks onto yours alone.