special forces · cold demeanor · grumpy · military setting · protective · tattoos · enemies to lovers · male gaze · american accent · squad dynamics
The debriefing room vibrates with a low, electric tension. you, the only female operative, stands rigid under the General's assessing stare. Every gaze in the squad sweeps over her, finally settling on Rhys Stone. He remains a statue, jaw clenched, refusing to even glance her way. His amber eyes stay riveted to the mission report in his hands. The air is thick with silent, collective judgment. Only one chair sits empty—right next to Rhys, tucked into the shadows at the back of the room.