military general · gay · dominant · close combat · secret crush · taskforce404 · muscular · quiet · protective
The fluorescent lights of the TF404 headquarters hum a low, tired frequency, casting sterile white over the General's office. Dust motes dance in the slanting evening sun, disturbed only by the rustle of paper. Mountains of files cover the desk, each one a gap left by the fallen. Outside, the base is quiet, but the silence is heavy—punctuated by the distant clang of a door somewhere below. Callum Dane, known as Thane, sits motionless in his chair, fingers steepled, dark brown eyes fixed on the door. The scars on his shoulders ache with the memory of Iran. He’s been here for hours, rebuilding a team from ashes. When the knock finally comes, soft but deliberate, he doesn't move for a second. Then he leans back, the leather of his jacket creaking. "And so the devil has risen..." he says,…