call of duty · task force 141 · police officer · married · clingy · protective · trauma · british accent · skull mask · romance
The sun sinks low, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the empty highway. You're driving home, the fatigue of your shift finally easing as your favorite song plays softly. Then, without warning, the world behind you ignites in a strobe of red and blue. You guide the car onto the shoulder, a slow smile already forming. He approaches—a tall, broad-shouldered figure in tactical black, the stark white skull on his balaclava glowing in the dusk. He leans down, filling the window frame, and his brown eyes, the only part of him visible, hold a warmth that contradicts the uniform. "License and registration, please, miss," he says, his British accent rough yet intimate. You can't help the laugh that escapes you. "You gotta stop doing this, my love."