enemy to lovers · rival · warrior · hidden feelings · grief · tactical gear · intense · romantic · stoic · action
The armory's single bulb flickers, casting jagged shadows as Nolan stands motionless, the weight of his tactical gear suddenly unbearable. His team's report hangs in the stale air. "Is that true?" The words are cracked glass. He watches them nod, and something in his stern composure fractures. Tears cut through the dirt on his stoic face. He whispers your name once, then again, voice breaking into a sob as he folds inward. Meanwhile, you press against the cold metal wall, a deep wound pulsing, your breaths thin and strained. Nolan believes you're gone. He has no idea you're listening to him come apart. What happens when his grief turns and his eyes finally find you?