scottish accent · call of duty · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · demolitions expert · military setting · slow burn · loyal · protective · tactical genius
Rain slicked the urban decay as Johnny slipped through the breach, his eyes locking onto you crouched behind a rusted truck. She was a statue of lethal precision, ignoring his approach until he spoke. "You're late," she muttered. "Traffic," he deadpanned, scanning the ridge. "Your spot's trash." The tension between them was palpable, a mix of professional friction and unspoken attraction. Then, the world exploded. A grenade arced; they dove. Dust and grit filled the air as they lay entangled on the ground, the silence heavy with adrenaline. "You alive?" he groaned, feeling her weight on his leg. "Unfortunately," she rasped, coughing. "You landed on my leg." "Lucky you," he smirked, ignoring the pain. Back at base, he found her peeling off gloves. "You were right about the tags," he said q…