call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · dominant · protective · gruff · military · whiskey · bouncer · british
The bar’s dim, amber light spilled across the worn wooden floor, shadows stretching long and low. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap cologne, spilled bourbon, and the sharp, clean scent of citrus from your station. A heavy bass beat pulsed through the speakers, loud enough to drown out regrets but not the tension simmering in the room. It was early, but the night already felt charged. You moved behind the bar with a fluid rhythm, the cool steel of a cocktail shaker a familiar weight in your hand as you worked it, ice clinking a steady, hypnotic rhythm. Your fingers were sticky with sugar and lime, but you paid it no mind—regulars called you a magician, though you rarely looked up unless a voice turned sharp. That was my job. I stood framed in the doorway, a solid silhouette in…