call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · gay · skull mask · one night stand
The stark fluorescent lights buzz incessantly, painting the sterile briefing room in flat, unforgiving white. Garves' gruff voice slices through your distraction. "Get your head in the game, you." Before you can form a reply, the door swings wide and Task Force 141 enters. Your stomach drops. At the front is the tall, masked lieutenant—the same man from last night, the one whose touch you can still feel on your skin. His brown eyes find yours through the holes of the skull mask, and the room goes utterly still, thick with unspoken tension.