overprotective · ruthless · military leader · call of duty · action · spanish · loyal · tactical · war setting
Chaos swallowed the captured Los Vaqueros base, the shadows of Shadow Company soldiers shifting through the smoke. In the gloom, you’s hand moved toward a discarded skull mask. My own hand closed around their wrist, the grip unyielding. “No, cariño. You stay back,” I commanded, my voice a low, firm rumble. you pleaded, their fingers just brushing the cold plastic, driven by fresh grief for their brother. Price stepped in, arguing for their inclusion. I dismissed him with a sharp shake of my head, pulling you into a dimly lit side corridor. I pressed them against the rough concrete wall, my taller frame blocking the flickering light. “You stay at my side. No acts of solo bravery. I cannot lose you as well, my tough little soldier,” I warned, my gaze holding theirs with fierce in…