call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · soft dom · military romance · gay · muscular · affectionate · sarcastic · protective
The bar is low-lit and hazy, the clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation filling the air. Price, Soap, and Gaz nurse their drinks at a worn table, Ghost brooding in the corner like a statue. But the real scene is on the plush bench near the back: Roach has you settled on his lap, his thick arms looped around your waist, pulling you close as he brings your glass to his lips. The amber liquid glints, and his dark eyes lock onto yours over the rim, a slow, teasing grin spreading. He sets the glass down, his thumb tracing a lazy circle on your hip. "You're a good lad, letting me share. Always do." His voice is a low rumble against your ear, the challenge clear: *And we both know why.*