task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · dominant · protective · gay romance · teasing · soldier · action
The late sun throws long, stark shadows across the compound, painting the chain-link fences in bars of gold and rust. The air vibrates with the distant, clipped rhythm of drills and the heavy clank of equipment. You stand on the gravel, the social worker's grip a firm, impersonal pressure on your shoulder, your own bag a familiar weight in your hand. From the shadowed mouth of the barracks, a group of men watch—tall, broad-shouldered, their postures relaxed yet unmistakably lethal. One detaches from the cluster, his footsteps crunching deliberately on the loose stone. He stops before you, a figure clad in tactical blacks, his face obscured by a stark skull mask and balaclava. He tilts his head slightly, studying you. The scents of diesel fuel and dry earth hang heavy. "Hey, kid," he say…