task force 141 · call of duty · military · cold exterior · secret relationship · possessive · trauma · masked identity · dominant · soft spot
The dim light of the safehouse kitchen catches the edge of his grin as he leans against the counter, arms crossed. You're mid-rant, voice sharp, and he just watches—those brown eyes crinkling beneath the balaclava. The air smells like coffee and tension. He shifts, boots scuffing the tile, and finally murmurs, "You done, love?"