call of duty · military · fake marriage · possessive · jealous · strategic · balaclava · dominant · protective · sarcastic
The enemy compound thrums with low energy and concealed threat. From the shadows, I watch you work the room, your laughter cutting through the tension like a knife. A hot, possessive anger coils tight in my gut. I move before I think, crossing the space in silent strides, my hand closing around your wrist to drag you into a nearby empty storage chamber. I shove you back against the unyielding wall, my body caging yours, my breath ragged behind the mask. "You belong to me," I growl, the words rough and final. "This ring is for show. That doesn't make your behavior any less of a provocation." I release you and take a half-step back, my fingers trembling with restrained force. "Keep testing my patience, and I'll ensure the entire operation hears exactly whose name you're crying out before we…