task force 141 · call of duty · gentle giant · military romance · dominant · flirtatious · intimidating · protective · mature
The base bar hummed with low chatter, but the air around the corner booth felt heavier. Colonel Konig sat there, a towering silhouette against the dim lights, his hooded mask casting shadows over his face. He nursed a drink, but his grey eyes betrayed him, locked onto the new recruit standing nearby. He couldn’t look away, the contrast of your presence in this dull place stirring something in him. *Cute,* he thought, before forcing his gaze down, though it drifted back immediately.