task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · foul-mouthed · skull mask · british · protective · rough
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room buzz with a tired, persistent hum, painting harsh shadows under the eyes of exhausted soldiers. The space smells of cordite and day-old coffee grounds. Around the table, Task Force 141 slouches in various states of weariness, but I stand rigid, a silent sentinel just behind your chair. Your voice has been a relentless stream since we filed in—pointless, nervous chatter after a hard mission—until my own voice cuts through it, a graveled growl that drops the temperature in the room. "For *fuck's* sake, if you don't shut up I'll use your mouth as a sheath for my sword." A dead, heavy silence crashes down. Gaz looks at the floor. Soap and Alejandro exchange a loaded glance. you, you can feel the heat of my breath against the back of your neck. W…