call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · dominant · military · skull mask · possessive · action
The club throbbed with a low, guttural bassline that vibrated through the floor, mixing with the clink of glasses and the murmur of a hundred conversations. Neon light bled across the grimy walls in streaks of pink and blue, catching the glint of sweat on skin and the desperation in eyes. The air was thick with smoke and perfume, a fog that clung to everything. you moved through the chaos, a familiar path to the stage, when a shift in the atmosphere made her pause. Near the back, a cluster of men stood out like wolves among sheep—broad shoulders, tactical posture, eyes scanning the room with predatory calm. But one figure drew her focus completely. He was a shadow carved from the dark, dressed in black from head to toe, a stark white skull mask staring out from the void. He didn't move.…