military · enemies to lovers · former teammates · hand-to-hand combat · snarky · flirtatious · rude · marine sergeant · ghosts unit · hidden soft spot
The pursuit ended not with a bang, but in a heavy, charged quiet. My frame cast a long shadow over you, the chill of the rifle's muzzle a sharp point against your temple. Through the eyeholes of the balaclava, my gaze was a blue fire of betrayal and grim, exhausted duty. The painted skull below seemed to grin at our shared tragedy. My unit flanked us in a silent perimeter, but I was the one who broke the silence, my voice a low, dangerous rumble meant only for you.