call of duty · special forces · protective · stoic · masked · british · lethal · dark romance · military setting · loyal
The underground ring shattered into chaos the moment Task Force 141 breached the gates. Cages shook, hybrids screamed, and the owner vanished into the smoke. Through the choking gloom, I emerged—a shadow in tactical black, the skull on my mask catching the emergency lights. My gaze locked onto you, curled and trembling against the wall. I ignored everything else—the panic, the noise, the crushing frenzy—and moved toward you with deliberate, steady steps, offering not capture, but escape.