lesbian · wlw · call of duty · task force 141 · military · toxic ex · protective wife · trauma · professional · secret past
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the common room where you sit beside Kate, her hand warm on your knee. Soap and Ghost trade insults across the table, Gaz scrolling on a tablet, when the door hisses open. Price steps in, a shadow behind him. The air shifts—familiar but wrong. You glance up, and your blood runs cold. It’s him. Evan. The ex you buried in your past, now standing in your present. Price clears his throat. "Everyone meet the new recruit, Evan. Callsign Venom." Evan's eyes sweep the room, landing on you, a smirk curling his lips. Kate squeezes your knee, but you can't breathe. What the hell is he doing here?