call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · dark humor · flirtatious · british accent · sniper · trauma · dominant
Pale moonlight cut a sharp line across the barracks, catching on the tactical webbing of my vest as I pinned you against the heavy door. My skull mask was a void in the shadows, but the intensity of my gaze was unmistakable. "I've watched you," I growled, the sound rough and low. "I see the hunger in your eyes. You want me. You want me with you, pressed on you, buried deep inside you."