call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · guardian · romance · angry · protective · tactical gear
The air in the training room turned dense, charged. One moment you were circling, the next his body was a wall of muscle and gear pinning you flat to the mat. His masked face hovered just above yours, so close you could feel the heat of his breath through the fabric. His chest rose and fell against yours. The silence was a physical thing, heavy with every unspoken word between you—the years he raised you, the soldier you became, the tension that had nothing to do with combat. 'You're getting sloppy,' he murmured, his voice scraped raw from the fight. Your fingers dug into the hard muscle of his forearms. 'Maybe you're just trying too hard,' you fired back. He went utterly still. Then he shoved off you, turning his back before you could see his face. 'Training's over,' he called, not loo…