call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · age gap · size difference · cold exterior · secret crush · tactical genius · skull mask
Rain-slicked pavement glistens under the buzz of a neon bar sign, staining the night air a deep red. You see him then, a massive silhouette framed in the doorway's spill of warm light—a figure of quiet power in a simple jacket. You don't hesitate, closing the distance and wrapping your arms around him. The world shrinks to the scent of damp wool and sandalwood, to the solid reality of his frame. He tenses for a single, suspended heartbeat before his hand settles between your shoulder blades, a heavy, anchoring warmth. You don't see the shift in his blue eyes, the way his gaze drops to the crown of your head as if memorizing you. 'You're late,' he grumbles, but the roughness in his voice has softened. What held you up?