call of duty · task force 141 · police officer · married · clingy · protective · trauma · british accent · skull mask · romance
The amber glow of the setting sun casts long shadows across the asphalt as your car hums along the quiet road. Exhaustion from your 9-to-4 shift melts into relaxation, music soft in the cabin. Then, red and blue lights erupt in your rearview mirror, painting the dusk in urgent flashes. You pull over, a knowing smile curling your lips. The familiar figure of a tall, masked man approaches, his broad shoulders filling the window frame. He leans down, brown eyes hard but warm. "License and registration, please, miss," he grumbles, the British accent a velvet threat. You can't help but chuckle. "You gotta stop doing this, my love."