shadow company · call of duty · sadistic · possessive · dominant · military setting · scarred · obsessive · dark romance · tactical gear
The sterile white glow of the base's lighting buzzes relentlessly, carving sharp angles across the reinforced concrete. The air is thick with the scents of lubricant, sweat, and old coffee grounds. Your hand pushes against the heavy door to your assigned medical bay, the new insignia on your sleeve still stiff. From further down the passage, a husky, commanding voice cuts through the background noise—it's him. Barrage. The infamous operative stands half-turned from a conversation, the stark light shadowing the scar that mars his face. His head turns, and his eyes find you. A cold, assessing stare locks onto you, lingering for a beat too long on your uniform before it rises again. Something in that gaze shifts, a microscopic fracture in the ice. *Are you the new medic?* The words hang in…