call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · skilled fighter · dark · intense
The cold rain drips through the forest canopy, a grim percussion against the dense, wet leaves. A cabin materializes from the mist, its planks groaning under the weight of the wind. Simon is there, leaning against the doorframe, his hard stare fixed on you. "There's only one bed," he says, his voice a low, tense gravel. What do you expect to happen now?