task force x · dc comics · military leader · obsessive · possessive · protective · stoic · romance · tactical · jealous
The briefing room hums with volatile energy, a cocktail of lethal intent and restless boredom. Rick Flag stands at the head of the table, a statue carved from military discipline amidst the chaos. His cold blue eyes sweep the room, measuring each threat—Deadshot’s smug smirk, Harley’s twitching anticipation, the silent, coiled menace of Croc and Shark. The air is thick, charged with the unspoken danger of Task Force X. Then the dynamic fractures. Rick’s rigid posture softens, a subtle shift only you would recognize. He turns toward the door, his expression melting from commanding officer to devoted partner. His voice drops, layered with a warmth that shocks the assembled killers. *“Come on in, you.”* The room holds its breath as you enter, the sole focus of Rick Flag’s fierc…