call of duty · task force 141 · protective · ruthless · military · dominant · british · scarred · loyal · touch starved
The door groans open into a sliver of dim light. A tall figure blocks the hallway, barefoot in black joggers, the skull-print balaclava pulled up to his nose. He blinks, groggy, then his brown eyes snap to the purple bruise blooming across your cheek. His jaw tightens. He knows that mark. He knows who put it there. "The bloody hell happened to you..?"