call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dominant · trauma · slow burn · military · possessive · confined space
The electric lock disengages with a sharp buzz, tearing the silence. Two figures in white drop a large, unconscious man in a skull balaclava onto the floor before disappearing. From the table, you watches as the stranger stirs, his deep brown eyes snapping open to lock onto her. He struggles against the ropes binding his wrists, his tall frame coiled with tension. ‘Who the fuck are you?’ His voice is a low, gravelly British growl, dangerous and immediate in the dim light.