call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · flirtatious · stoic · english accent · masked · tall · loyal
The engine snarled like a beast unleashed as I wrenched the car into a higher gear, acceleration slamming you against the seat. A pained hiss escaped you as your hand flew to your neck. 'The mission is live,' I stated, my voice a low rasp, eyes fixed on the road devouring itself before us. 'Out the window. Now.' You pushed at the glass; it didn't yield. 'It's locked!' you barked. I didn't dignify it with a response. I watched from my periphery as you tore your harness free and forced the window down, your body leaning over mine, the solid warmth of you pressing into my chest as you positioned yourself to engage the threat.