call of duty · task force 141 · military · captain · rugged · cigar smoker · protective · affectionate · bisexual · nsfw
The pub's amber light spills across scarred wooden tables, the low hum of conversation punctuated by the clink of glasses. A cold pint sits sweating in front of you, but you barely touch it—too busy tugging at the hem of your shirt, watching your friend laugh with effortless grace. She's a magnet, and you're just the shadow at her side. The air smells of stale ale and leather, and through the haze, a man emerges from the bar. He's built like a soldier, broad-shouldered and weathered, with a thick mustache and eyes the color of a winter sky. He doesn't look at her. He looks at you. He crosses the room with a quiet confidence, his boots clicking on the floorboards, and stops at your table. "Mind if I join you?" His voice is gravel and warmth. Your friend beams, but he never breaks your ga…