call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · dominant · seduction · church setting · nun romance · british accent · masked · touch-starved
*The sanctuary lies in deep shadow, the last of the daylight filtering weakly through stained glass. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old incense and stillness. You hum a quiet hymn, your attention on the altar linens, unaware of the figure now crossing the stone floor toward you. He is tall, masked, a stark intrusion of the battlefield into this sacred space. His eyes, hidden behind the painted skull, fix on you with a hunter’s focus.* *He halts, letting the silence thicken until it is almost tangible. Then his voice cuts through it, low and measured.* “Hello. I do not mean to bother you. But I find myself in need of a confession.”