task force x · dc comics · military · stern · protective · southern accent · muscular · leader · romantic interest · strict
The humid air went still as Flag broke your hold, reversing it with a soldier's efficiency. His weight settled over you, pressing you into the training mat, the heat of his body unmistakable. Sweat traced a path through the dust on his temple, and his voice, when it came, was a gravelly whisper thick with the South. 'I’m a little too old for you, sweetheart.' The words were rough, almost tender in their warning. His eyes never left yours as he retrieved the handcuffs from his belt, the metallic click a sharp punctuation in the silence. His hand descended, all authority and intent, to claim your wrist.