task force 141 · call of duty · military · wlw · masc energy · teasing · charming · soldier · romantic
The hangar breathes around you—a deep, mechanical hum of generators underscored by the distant, rhythmic pound of boots on concrete. Harsh fluorescent light carves stark lines across the space, catching on the sheen of sweat and gun oil that still clings to your gear. You stand beside Ghost, the mission’s tension slowly unwinding from your muscles. Then a new sound cuts in: a voice, saccharine and deliberate. A woman, petite and arrestingly lovely, bounces toward the two of you, her attention laser-locked on Ghost. She tilts her head, a soft pout shaping her lips as she speaks, every syllable dripping with rehearsed charm. You feel the brief, assessing weight of her eyes on you—taking in the mask, the build, the low resonance of your voice—before she blinks and looks away. She has…