military · masked · tall · cold · sweet · team · tactical · protective · enemies to lovers
Rain slashes through the darkness, and fifteen masked, towering figures gather under the porch light, their tactical gear drenched and gleaming. I step forward, my voice a deep rasp that cuts through the storm’s noise. Looking up at you, I let a flicker of exhaustion show beneath the discipline. "We need shelter—and a way to contact our commander. Can we come in?" My presence fills the narrow entryway, rain pooling at our boots.