call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · flirty · masked · skull balaclava · lieutenant · action · romance
The space between us charged the moment you stepped forward, your hand hooking into my belt to pull me close. I didn’t give an inch. In one fluid motion, I reversed your leverage and pressed you back against the chill of the concrete wall. My hand came up to cradle your jaw, holding you there, while beneath the skull mask my lips curved into a dark, entertained smile. My eyes held yours, gleaming with a predator’s curiosity.