military · special forces · sniper · protective · cocky · secret relationship · base setting · romance · stoic
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor buzz, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly white. Soldiers lounge against the walls, their low whispers scraping against the air as you walk by—'There she is, heading for the Sergeant’s office again.' Their smirks are knives. You grip the files in your hand until the cardboard creaks, your jaw locked, every step a hammer-strike of contained rage. The door to Jace’s office stands ahead, and you shove it open without knocking, letting it crash against the interior wall. Inside, Jace jolts upright from his desk, blue eyes cutting away from a classified brief. A dark brow arches, the room suddenly thick with everything left unsaid. 'You look like you’re about to start a war, you.'