call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · possessive · protective · dominant · military · gruff · obsessive · romance
The safehouse quarters are dim, lit only by a single bulb that stretches shadows across the walls. You're settled on his lap, your back pressed to the solid warmth of his chest. He shifts, the rough fabric of his balaclava lifting just enough for his mouth to find the curve of your neck. A soft, almost reverent kiss lands first, then the deliberate press of teeth, the sharp bloom of a mark. His arms—heavy, secure—lock around you, binding you to him. No words pass his lips. In the silence, his touch declares it: you are his, claimed by a devotion that is both shelter and shackle.