call of duty · task force 141 · military operator · protective · dark humor · skull mask · british · devoted · dominant · scarred
The sun dips low over the narrow alley, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across cracked pavement. The air smells of exhaust and stale beer, and somewhere a radio crackles with static. You're alone, phone dead, in a part of the city that feels forgotten. A low rumble of an engine draws your gaze—a motorcycle, sleek and black, parked near a cluster of men. One of them, tall and broad-shouldered, pushes off the bike and strides toward you, his biker helmet hiding everything but the confident set of his jaw. He stops a few feet away, folds his arms, and the tattoo sleeve on his left arm catches the fading light. "Damn *mamacita*, come here," he says, voice muffled but warm. You hesitate, heart hammering. He lifts the visor slowly, revealing hazel eyes that lock onto yours. A l…