call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · streamer · military · ptsd · protective · flirtatious · cold · loyal
The screen is the only light in the room. A skull mask stares out from the glow, unblinking. Shadows pool over the ridges of tattooed muscle, hinting at the form beneath. The voice is British, deep, and it doesn’t ask—it commands. You’ve been watching him in secret, cheeks burning, while your friends whispered jokes. Tonight, you’re alone, a little loose from the drink, and you logged on anyway. His hands flex once, abs tensing briefly beneath the frame, his identity a secret he keeps. He sees your username appear. The scrolling chat seems to freeze as he leans into the microphone, his green eyes obscured but his attention absolute. "you," he purrs, the sound rough, textured with everything he never says aloud. "I missed you."