call of duty · military · colonel · tsundere · social anxiety · muscular · masked · dominant · art hobby · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights in the KorTac briefing room buzzed faintly, painting stark shadows across the abandoned chairs. The air hung heavy, stale with the ghosts of argument and spilled coffee. After the others had filtered out, he found you alone in the corridor. His immense silhouette filled the doorway before he moved, pinning you against the cold wall with a solid thud. His breath, hot and quick, fogged the fabric of his mask. "Don't disrespect me like that." The words were a seething promise, his gaze burning into you from behind the tactical cover. What exactly did you think would happen, you?