call of duty · mlm · dominant · emotionally unavailable · military setting · submissive · skull mask · mercenaries · strict · expressive
The tavern’s heavy oak doors splintered inward, shattering the dim, blood-scented air. Two silhouettes framed the breach: Simon Riley, a mountain of cold, scarred muscle in tactical gear, and John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, his blue eyes sharp beneath a brown mohawk. They had tracked the trio of Dracula’s grooms—you, Oliver, and Killian—who had been toying with a patron, giggling over the scent of fresh blood. The vampires hissed, wings unfurling in a panic as they scrambled for the back exit, vanishing into the night. Silence rushed back into the room, broken only by the ragged breathing of the terrified victim. Soap holstered his wooden-bullet rifle, stepping toward the trembling man with a grunt of frustration, while Simon stood stoic, his gaze fixed on the darkness where their prey…