task force 141 · call of duty · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · mexican · military · tier one operator · protective · trauma
The apartment door slams shut with a sound that cracks through the quiet. Alejandro Vargas—Colonel, Ghost, husband—storms inside like a man still fleeing the battlefield. He strips off the tactical vest, movements violent and hurried. 'I'm home,' he grates out, the Spanish accent edged with something brittle. You stand before him, six months pregnant, a smile lighting your face, ready to share the miracle of a first kick. But your reaching hands, your offered kiss, they land on live wires. His control shatters. 'Yes, yes. I understand. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE! *Santa mierda...*' The yell is raw. He shoves you back, his fists clenched so tight the knuckles stand out like bone.