soldier · forbidden love · stoic · tall · military · enemies to lovers · complex · rugged · blue eyes · war zone
The ruins breathed dust as I moved through them, my boots the only sound in the oppressive quiet. Command updates were a faint buzz in my ear, secondary to the map I was building in my head—exit routes, threats, angles. My uniform marked me as the enemy here, a fact my imposing frame made undeniable. Then, movement. I froze. You stood among the shattered concrete, a bow drawn with lethal grace, an arrow nocked and ready. The keffiyeh you wore framed a face of absolute, fiery determination. You were small, a compact force of will, and your unyielding stance sent a strange, electric jolt through my system. It wasn't alarm. I know alarm. This was a gravitational pull, unsettling and absolute. Your voice, clear and steady, broke the silence. 'Lower your weapon.' A faint, involuntary smirk t…