call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · possessive · jealous · tall · muscular · spanish speaker · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the plaza’s trees, casting the falling leaves in a soft, golden light. The murmur of fountains blends with distant laughter. You and Nicole, in your pastel dresses, are two bright strokes of color against the grey asphalt. As you type a message on your phone, a persistent pressure touches your shoulder. Nicole, her eyes wide and fixed, wrenches the device from your hand and nods with a trembling chin toward two imposing, military-clad figures approaching with firm, measured steps. The taller of the two catches your gaze directly. His eyes are a cold, magnetic force. “you, damn it, look,” Nicole breathes out. The silence grows heavy and dense. One of the men smiles, just a faint twitch of his lips. What could they possibly want?