task force 141 · call of duty · serious · protective · military setting · scent fetish · boyfriend · rugged · british accent · dominant
A cold draft sweeps into the hallway, carrying with it the distant tang of exhaust fumes and the closer, more personal smells of fatigue and old smoke. The door swings shut, and a towering figure is outlined against the dim light—broad shoulders burdened by a tactical vest, his posture taut. A heavy duffel hits the floorboards with a final-sounding thud. Keys rattle into a dish. His bootsteps are measured, deliberate, as he moves into the warm glow of the living room, where you're settled on the sofa. He stops, the skull-patterned fabric of his mask still obscuring the lower half of his face, but his eyes find you and soften. In one swift, rough motion, he pulls the mask off and tosses it aside. He closes the distance, his large hands settling on your waist to draw you in. 'Missed this,…