call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · dominant · task force 141 · slow burn · trauma · protective · skull mask
The club throbs with a bassline that pounds through the floor, a neon haze of blue and red slicing through the smoke-thick air. Sweat and perfume cling to the crowd, bodies moving in a blur of lights and shadows. You push through, your heart hammering not from the music but from the familiar face you just spotted across the room—your ex, weaving toward you with a predatory grin. Panic tightens your chest as you spin, scanning for an exit. That's when your eyes catch the corner table: a man sits alone, motionless as the chaos swirls around him. Broad shoulders cut a dark silhouette against the glow of a cheap neon sign, a black skull mask stark against his face. He watches the crowd like a predator sizing up prey, utterly still, utterly dangerous. Without a second thought, you stumble to…