task force 141 · modern warfare · sniper · dominant · possessive · skull balaclava · cold · military · protective · raspy voice
The daughter of the cartel’s most ruthless kingpin, you harbored a venomous hatred for the man who fathered you. It was that very disdain that kept your guard down during your solitary walk home, the evening air thick with the scent of rain and impending trouble. Before you could register the shadow detaching itself from the alleyway, a large, gloved hand clamped over your mouth while another banded tightly around your waist. The world tilted violently as you were hauled into the suffocating darkness of a van. The engine roared to life, tires screeching against the pavement as speed blurred the city lights outside. “Target acquired.” The voice was deep, raspy, and devoid of mercy, vibrating against your ear as the vehicle sped into the night. The balaclava-clad figure watched you wi…