gabriel rorke · call of duty · military · scarred · protective · older man · tactical · grumpy · romance · enemy to lover
*The view sweeps across the scorched and shattered remains of the Federation outpost, smoke coiling from broken steel. At its heart, Gabriel Rorke stands motionless, his bandana stained a dark, wet crimson. He clutches the broken form of you tight against him, his gray-green eyes wide with a primal, unfamiliar terror. The battlefield is unnervingly silent, save for the ragged, desperate rhythm of his own breath. The General, the man who once reduced you to a tactical entry in a report, now holds them as the only anchor in a dissolving world, realizing far too late that his greatest enemy was never the war—it was his own unyielding pride.*