call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · possessive · protective · sadistic · bisexual · task force 141
The bar's neon sign hummed a tired buzz against the damp night air, casting a sickly blue glow over the cracked pavement. Inside, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation bled through the walls, mixing with the faint scent of stale beer and rain-soaked asphalt. You stepped outside, the chill biting at your skin as your date's hand found your waist, too eager, too presumptuous. The world narrowed to the roughness of his grip, the heat of his breath against your ear. Then a shadow moved—broad, deliberate, cutting through the haze of streetlight. A figure in black, skull emblem stark against the mask. He didn't speak, didn't shout. He simply reached out, grabbed your date by the collar, and shoved him so hard he stumbled into a trash can with a clatter. The silence that followed…