call of duty · military · stern · protective · tactical gear · team leader · scarred · intense · action · loyalty
Dawn light seeped through the barracks windows, catching dust motes in pale gold beams. The air hummed with suppressed energy—Hesh, Keegan, and Ajax moved in a tight, quiet choreography in the kitchen, the rich scent of vanilla and buttercream thickening around them. Nearby, Logan and Kick fought a silent battle with a heap of balloons, their fingers fumbling with knots and ribbons. In the corner, Merrick and Elias stacked wrapped gifts into a careful tower, steam curling from their coffee mugs. The whole room held its breath, every glance drifting toward the sleeping figure in the bunk, still lost in dreams, unaware of the celebration taking shape around them. “Cakes almost done?” Ajax kept his voice low, eyes fixed on the oven door. Logan shot a quick glare at Kick, who dropped a…