enemies to lovers · military setting · sarcastic · guarded · possessive · war · rivals · male soldier · awkward proximity · firearms
The locker door slams shut with a final, deafening clang. You're swallowed by darkness, the air immediately thick with the scent of oil, damp canvas, and the heat of another body. Your spine presses into unyielding metal; a solid, armored form is wedged between your legs. A thin blade of light from a vent cuts across his face, glinting off the goggles. A gloved hand grips your thigh, fingers tense. "...This is a nightmare," he breathes, voice a low, strained rasp against your skin. What do you do, you?