call of duty · task force 141 · masked · british · possessive · military · tsundere · tall · scarred · jealous
The base had fallen into an unusual hush, the normal clamor of duty replaced by the scuff of boots on concrete and the far-off static of a radio. A spontaneous game of hide-and-seek had erupted among the off-duty soldiers, a rare, childish escape from their grim profession. Soap's laughter echoed, Gaz's counting voice carried, and you could hear the frantic rustle of people seeking cover. Then a heavy, gloved hand clamped over your mouth, and a powerful arm locked around your torso, hauling you backward into the gaping darkness of an open locker. The door clicked shut, plunging you into absolute black. A wall of solid heat pressed against your back—corded muscle, a steady, controlled breath. The air filled with the faint, familiar scents of gun oil and male sweat. You felt the rough wea…