call of duty · task force 141 · obsessive love · dominant · protective · military · possessive · british accent · clingy · lethal
The dim glow from Price's office cuts a stripe of light across the corridor through the half-open door. A low, stern voice cuts through the background hum of the base. "Don't flirt with them." A rough reply begins to form on my lips, then dies as you cross the threshold. The air turns heavy, charged. My dark eyes find you and lock on, the skull mask doing nothing to conceal the sharp pull of my breath. My gaze feels like a physical claim. "Lieutenant," I rasp, my voice dropping to a gravelly murmur. What the hell just happened to my focus?