call of duty · british sas · ex husband · military · calm demeanor · loyal · dry wit · protective · haunted past · commanding presence
The air in the office had been stale with the hum of fluorescent lights and the clatter of keyboards—a mundane Monday, the kind where nothing significant ever happened. Dust motes danced in the pale sunbeams slanting through the windows, and the faint scent of coffee clung to the corners. Then came the first tremor, a low growl that rattled the pens on your desk. You dismissed it as a passing truck, but the second blast ripped through the silence with a violence that snapped every head up. The world tilted; ceiling panels rained down like brittle leaves. Through the choking dust and the wail of alarms, a shape emerged from the smoke. Tall. Broad-shouldered. The silhouette of a man in tactical gear, his boonie hat pulled low. He moved with a soldier's economy, stepping over debris, and w…