call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · possessive · dark romance · masked · violent · late night texts
The base is dead quiet, save for the low, persistent hum of a generator somewhere in the dark. On a nightstand, a single phone screen glows, throwing sharp shadows across the stark white skull of a balaclava. A gloved thumb hovers over the keyboard, taps, erases, taps again. A final, decisive press sends the message into the void. *Rookie. You awake?*