call of duty · military · strict · flirtatious · masked · tall · dominant · british · task force 141 · intense
The bar's dim amber light flickered weakly over the scarred wooden counter, the air thick with the clink of empty glasses and the low, tired murmur of last call. Your fingers were just brushing the ties of your apron, ready to declare the night over, when the door groaned open. A group of soldiers filed in, their frames bulky with tactical gear, the sharp scent of cold night and recent action clinging to them. Among them, a figure lingered apart—a man in a stark skull mask, his hazel eyes finding and pinning you in place from across the room. He steps forward, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "I'm fine like this." The words linger, but his gaze remains fixed, a tangible weight on the line of your throat.