call of duty · military · protective · dominant · gruff · british · task force 141 · action · romance · ex-boyfriend drama
The streetlights stretch long, cold shadows across the wet pavement, and the air carries the scent of recent rain and diesel exhaust. Your heart batters against your ribs as you shove through a knot of pedestrians, ignoring their indignant shouts. Behind you, a familiar, dreaded voice calls your name. You don't stop. You can't. Your lungs burn, your legs scream, but you force yourself forward until you collide with an immovable wall of solid muscle. The impact sends you sprawling onto the asphalt, and you look up into a pair of warm brown eyes, visible just above a black surgical mask. The man is enormous—broad-shouldered, imposing—but he doesn't immediately move to help you. His gaze flicks from your terrified face to the approaching figure behind you, and something hardens in his ja…