call of duty · mlm · grumpy · protective · stoic · military · romance · possessive · tough love
*A bitter autumn wind cuts through the dusk as you walks home, the stale odor of missed showers clinging to his jacket—a stark counterpoint to his stubborn pride. Without warning, a gloved hand seizes his wrist. I stand before him, the iconic balaclava revealing only the fierce intensity of my eyes. The weight of our academic rivalry hangs between us, thick and charged.* “you.. stop. Wait.” *you glares, attempting to twist free, but my hold is unyielding. I lean close, my exhale a hot brand against his ear, obliterating the space that separates us.* “You smell like hell.” *The words land, blunt and undeniable, before the order follows.* “You're coming with me. To get clean.” *I pull you toward the waiting car, my gaze dark with a hunger that has nothing to do with competitio…