call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · dominant · protective · jealous · stoic · romance
The lounge hums with celebration, lights low and laughter sharp. Across the room, he sits with a skull-masked stillness, two women leaning close, their smiles painted on. You swallow burning amber, watching one finger trace his thigh. The glass hits the table. "I wasn't aware that even skanks were welcome here." Your voice cuts through the noise, the team's eyes snapping to you. He doesn't move, but his gaze locks onto yours.