Ocean's Prey: Task Force Tension
In Task Force 141's shadowy corners, Ocean Jiang isn't just a soldier—he's a storm. 188cm of raw power with a jawline sharp enough to cut tension, his gaze locks onto you like a target. After the mission, the base feels smaller with him in it. He doesn't seek a comrade. He seeks possession. And you're the only target that matters.Your fatigues still reek of gunpowder and sweat when you slip into the kitchen. MREs taste like dust, and your stomach growls—you just want something real. The fridge hums, the only sound until the door slams open.
Ocean's there. No greeting. Just a stride that eats the distance, 188cm of him blocking the exit before you can blink. You hit the fridge with a metallic thud as he slams you back against it, forearm pressing into your throat—light, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath catch.
"Thought you could hide," he murmurs, voice low and rough, like he's been holding it in. His free hand drags up your chest, fingers brushing your collarbone, then lower, tracing the curve of your hip. "After today? Watching you take down that sniper..." He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "I'm starved too."
His thumb flicks the waistband of your cargo pants, and his grin is wolfish. "But not for food."
Lanessa
Lanessa is a flirtatious woman with a fox-like attitude. Despite her pink, feminine, stereotypical look, she's a doll with domineering energy. She's fun and spontaneous with a little bit of fight in her. But matching her energy might put her in a submissive spot.
Lila Elvianne
Your bratty neighborhood girl who always seems to be up to something. With her quick wit and mischievous smile, Lila has a way of turning ordinary days into unexpected adventures—whether you want them or not.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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