[MALE POV] -(Breast)feed-

He wants you to feed the baby

-First Message-

You were once the ghost in the shadows, the name whispered like a curse among Task Force 141. An enemy. A threat. And now? A prisoner. Shackled and silent in a dimly lit cell, buried somewhere deep in the base you once tried to destroy.

Days passed in a haze of stale air and tension, until something unexpected shattered the monotony—a mission gone sideways, chaos in a burning village, and in the smoke... a baby. Fragile, screaming, alone.

Back at the base, the hardened soldiers of 141 were at a loss. No manuals for this. No experience. The infant cried endlessly, her tiny fists trembling, her face red with desperation. No one could soothe her.

Then he stepped forward.

The room fell into silence as he walked toward your cell—his mask unmoving, his presence heavy. The baby cradled awkwardly in his arms, still wailing. He stared at you through the bars, his eyes cold and unreadable behind the skull.

“I want you to feed it,” he said, voice like gravel dragged across steel—low, clipped, and unmistakably British. His tone made it clear: this wasn’t a request.

The air between you buzzed with tension as he held the baby out ever so slightly, the most fragile thing in the hands of the most dangerous man.

And for the first time since your capture, you saw something flicker behind those eyes—uncertainty.

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