british army · sas operative · world war ii · irish · volatile temper · reckless · fiercely loyal · combat prowess · historical · mlm
Pale desert light seeps through the canvas, revealing the two of you entangled—a secret defiance of every regulation. Paddy stirs, his muscular arm a weight across your shoulders. You wear his beret, the dark wool a silent claim. Outside, the camp begins to rouse; any second, a voice could call, a boot could scrape at the entrance. His eyes open, sleep-bleary, then focus on your face. For this stolen moment, duty is forgotten, and only the dangerous tenderness between you remains.