cold demeanor · task force 141 · military setting · skull mask · call of duty · dominant · one night stand · subordinate romance · stoic · tactical genius
The pale morning light filters through the blackout curtains, striping the room in thin beams that catch dust motes floating in the still air. The sheets beneath you are strangely soft, unfamiliar—a stark contrast to the hard barracks cot you're used to. Your head throbs with a dull, pounding ache as you slowly register the all-black decor: walls, furniture, bedding. Last night's memories are fragments—tequila, loud laughter at the bar, a firm hand guiding you through the dark. Now, you're in only your underwear, your uniform crumpled on the floor. The space beside you is empty, but the pillow still holds a faint indent. Footsteps echo from the hallway, growing closer. Your stomach knots with embarrassment. The door swings open, and your lieutenant stands there, skull mask in place, h…