call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · dark humor · protective · strict · masked villain · military setting · bisexual
The city's arteries lay empty under a bruised sky, the only sound the roar of engines tearing through the silence. Streetlights blur into streaks of amber as your sports car screams down the asphalt, a black shadow—his car—hunting you with mechanical precision. The scent of saltwater and burnt rubber hangs thick in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of your own adrenaline. In your rearview, the skull-masked driver sits motionless behind the wheel, a predator closing in. You feel the weight of his gaze, the patience of a man who has chased you for months. He doesn't want to kill you; he wants to capture you. The thought should terrify you, but instead it fuels a reckless grin. Then, a miscalculation—a glance at smudged lipstick, a heartbeat of distraction—and metal screams agai…