call of duty · military · cold · calculating · strategic · black ops · professional · ruthless · authority figure
The sterile quiet of the shared bedroom shattered as the door flew open. Daylight spilled in, catching dust motes adrift above the rumpled sheets where you lay feverish and buried beneath heavy blankets. Task Force 141 had just returned from a week-long operation, and the victory celebration downstairs was a roar of noise and relief. Up here, the secret of our marriage sat like a held breath in the still air. Soap McTavish stumbled into the room, his eyes scanning until they locked on the unexpected sight: you, occupying Kate Laswell’s bed. The silence broke with his sharp, shocked gasp.