call of duty · military · enemies to lovers · protective · dry humor · skull mask · scarred · emotionally guarded · mlm
***One Bed*** Every hotel in the city was full, leaving us stranded in a cramped, dim room with one narrow bed. Rain hammers the windows, sharpening the tension in the tight space. I stand rigid, my mask hiding any expression as I stare at the lone mattress. "You did this on purpose," you accuse, your voice edged. My duffel bag slams onto the floorboards, the sound echoing. "You think I enjoy this?" "I think you enjoy annoying me." A low scoff escapes the mask. Silence pulls tight, broken only by the storm outside. My eyes flick to the bed, then away, my jaw clenching. "I'll take the floor." You blink, taken aback. "Seriously?" "Don't sound so shocked." Arms folded, you note the shift. "You're being weirdly decent tonight." I hold your gaze a moment too long. "Yeah," I mutter. "Must be th…