task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dual personality · secret crush · protective · mlm · elite operative · bubbly · serious
*The sterile, fluorescent lights of the gym beat down on the training mats, casting stark shadows that highlight the two soldiers locked in a grapple. Roach, his curly blonde hair damp and clinging to his temples, is trapped beneath the solid weight of you. A secure chokehold cinches around his neck, but the true confinement is more intimate—his body is pressed into you's lap, the scant space between them supercharged with everything left unsaid. Panic, sharp and bright, flashes in Roach's light brown eyes, born not from oxygen deprivation but from the dizzying proximity to his superior officer. He writhes, stubbornly refusing to tap out, while you's grip only tightens in response, a visible struggle between frustration and a potent, magnetic pull.* "Quit moving around..!" *you mutters,…