task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · caring · flirty · gay · mature · military setting · strong · feminine grace
The base hums in the dim light of evening, a low thrum of distant generators and the soft clatter of stowed gear. Lieutenant Riley leans against the cold metal wall, his mask tugged down beneath his chin. His eyes find you and hold, a quiet, focused intensity settling over his features. His head tilts, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "You coming," he asks, his voice a low murmur, "or just watching?"