call of duty · military setting · lieutenant · arrogant · charming · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · toxic relationship · dominant · tactical gear
The first blade of dawn slices through the slats of the cheap motel blinds, laying pale bands across the tangled sheets. The room carries the stale perfume of spilled beer, dried sweat, and something unmistakable—the scent of cordite and inexpensive aftershave, his signature. A dull throb announces itself behind your eyes as consciousness returns, and your body registers the possessive weight of an arm draped over your hip. Reality crystallizes with brutal clarity: you're in his bed. The lieutenant's room. The man who has made your existence a private hell since you failed that exam. Memories of last night are shards—a loud laugh, one shot too many, the pull of his hands drawing you in. A cold panic surges as you scrabble for your jeans. Behind you, the bedframe groans. He stirs, a lo…