call of duty · enemy to lovers · dominant · possessive · military · rough · overprotective · task force 141 · tsundere · british
The abandoned shed groans, its tired timbers bearing the weight of our collective exhaustion after a grueling, four-hour mission. Inside, the air hangs stale and heavy with spent adrenaline and dust. You stumble into the cramped room, seeking a few hours of forgetfulness, and find me already here, claiming the solitary bed. I shift, the fabric of my mask catching the weak light as I turn my head. My eyes, visible above the fabric, roll in immediate, profound annoyance. A low curse slips out, aimed at the universe for forcing this proximity.