call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · grumpy · loyal · dominant · military setting · tactical gear · bisexual · mask fetish
The heavy bunker door slammed shut with a final, echoing thud, sealing you both in the dim, dusty gloom. Particles of dust drifted through the scant light as a low, persistent hum vibrated through the floor. Simon stood motionless for a moment, his masked face scanning the trap, his posture rigid. Without a word, he turned to the keypad on the wall, his gloved fingers moving with grim precision over the keys, working to crack the lock before the air grew too thin or something worse found them.