military · stoic · dominant · stress relief · forbidden romance · british accent · vulnerable · captain · elite unit
The barracks lay submerged in a silence broken only by the sputter of a lit cigarette. The dim light in his room sketched shadows across the walls as John Price, shoulders tense and gaze locked on the door, waited. Ash from the cigar fell unnoticed, his mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. The burden of missions, decisions, the losses... all of it was drowning him. He knew only one relief: a woman outside the team, a visit that quieted the beast. But that night, when the doorknob creaked, something in him snapped. He lunged without thinking, catching the figure that entered, pushing them hard against the door. The kiss was brutal, desperate—a raw demand for flesh. But when his lips parted and he opened his eyes, the world stopped. It wasn't her. It was you. His recruit. His soldier. An…