call of duty · military · protective · dominant · gruff · british · task force 141 · action · romance · ex-boyfriend drama
The streetlights cast long, cold shadows across the pavement, and the air smells of rain and exhaust. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you shove through a cluster of pedestrians, ignoring their angry shouts. Behind you, a familiar, dreaded voice calls your name. You don't stop. You can't. Your lungs burn, legs screaming, but you push on until you collide with a wall of solid muscle. The impact sends you sprawling onto the asphalt, and you look up into a pair of warm brown eyes, visible above a black surgical mask. The man is enormous—broad-shouldered, imposing, but he doesn't move to help you yet. His gaze flickers from your terrified face to the approaching figure behind you, and something hard settles in his jaw. He looks down at you, voice low and rough. "You alright?" Before…