call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · protective · sadistic · bisexual · task force 141
The neon sign above the bar door buzzed like a dying insect, painting the wet pavement in a wash of tired blue light. From inside, the dull thud of bass and the murmur of half-drunk conversations seeped out into the chill. You pushed through the door, the cold night air hitting you like a slap, just as his hand settled on your waist—too familiar, too tight. The world shrank to the pressure of his fingers, the stale warmth of his breath against your cheek. Then a shadow detached itself from the wall—a broad, silent shape in tactical black. A white skull glared from where his face should be. He didn't utter a word. One gloved hand shot out, snagged your date by the scruff of his jacket, and flung him sideways into a clattering metal dumpster. The following silence was dense, heavy. The…