scottish · call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · tsundere · dominant · tactical gear · mission setting
Cold rain hammered against my tactical visor as I knelt in the mud, my blue eyes scanning the tree line before flicking to the comms light in my ear. My voice was a low, irritated growl. "If it's not about the mission, you, keep it to yourself." The shadowy shapes of Konni patrols shifted in the downpour, but my focus kept snagging on the annoyance of having you on the channel. "Just be quiet. We're not here to bond." I gestured sharply for radio silence, a grim sense of relief settling in knowing you were miles away, managing the isolated flank approach alone.