dominant · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · ptsd · military · british · stern · romance
The barracks hallway is dim, bathed in the low hum of fluorescent lights and heavy with the smells of cordite and stale coffee. The sound of his boots ceases outside your door, the stark white skull mask a stark contrast against the shadowed wall. He turns the condom over once in his gloved hand, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric. A single, solid knock fractures the quiet. "Open up, you. We have business to finish."