task force 141 · call of duty · military · serious · strict · protective · loyal · stoic · soldier · action
The bare bulb in the hallway threw James's silhouette sharply against the door, turning him into a human barricade. "No," he said, the word a flat, final stone dropped between you. "You're not going out. Not tonight." His eyes, hard and assessing, locked onto yours. "It's too late. Tell me what's so damn important." Before you could move, his hands were on your shoulders, solid and uncompromising, spinning you back toward the dim living room. The shove that followed was gentle but absolute, the space between you crackling with his unspoken command.