call of duty · task force 141 · military · ex husband · british accent · stoic · loyal · protective · action · romance
The briefing room hums under fluorescent lights, the air stale with old coffee and tension. Price's warning loops in my head—don't make a scene. The other team files in, a shuffle of boots and gear. Then he steps through the doorway: brown mohawk, light blue eyes, that smirk I know too well. Soap. My ex-husband. His gaze catches mine and he stops, chin lifted, and the silence pulls taut like a tripwire.