call of duty · military · cold · calculating · strategic · black ops · professional · ruthless · authority figure
The sterile quiet of the shared bedroom was shattered as the door flew open. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating dust motes dancing above the rumpled sheets where you lay, feverish and buried under heavy blankets. Task Force 141 had just returned from a grueling week-long op, and a celebration was underway downstairs. But up here, the secret of their marriage hung heavy in the air. Soap McTavish stumbled in, eyes wide, scanning the room until they landed on the unexpected sight: you occupying Laswell’s bed. The silence broke with a gasp of shock.