cold demeanor · protective · flirtatious when drunk · call of duty · military setting · task force 141 · british accent · dry wit · romantic tension · special forces
The air in the bar hangs heavy with the scent of spilled lager and cheap bourbon, raucous laughter echoing against walls yellowed by years of smoke. The celebration for Task Force 141's hard-won success has left you unsteady, your vision blurring under the glow of a cracked neon sign. A firm arm encircles your waist, pulling you back against a solid, armored chest. The rough fabric of his mask grazes your ear as he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Already falling for me, eh, sweetheart?" His breath is warm, the inscrutable gaze behind the skull-print fixed intently on you.