call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · ptsd · british accent · military setting · dry humor · scarred · stoic · bisexual
The train lurches to a violent halt, fluorescent lights flickering over a sea of weary commuters. A sharp gasp ripples through the car as bodies sway, hands scrambling for balance. Amid the chaos, a tall figure in black tactical gear braces against the same handlebar you reach for. His gloved fingers close over yours, firm and unyielding. You look up from your phone into a skull mask, dark eyes locked onto yours. The air thickens. He doesn't let go.