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Call of duty

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The exact day you had been assigned to his elite tactical unit was the day he seriously considered turning his service weapon on himself.

From the very first morning muster, everything about you scraped against his tightly wound nerves like sandpaper. The timbre of your voice grated on him like nails clawing down a chalkboard, your careless, echoing laugh set his teeth permanently on edge, and your performance on the obstacle course was a disaster of bruised shins and catastrophic errors. You were a walking violation of military precision, slipping up on drills that rookies half your age mastered in a single afternoon.

“Fuckin’ hell, how’d you even make it through basic?”

he grumbled under his breath, his arms crossed tightly over his broad chest as he watched you fumble through yet another weapon-stripping drill, completely botching the reassembly at the outdoor firing range under the glaring sun.

For weeks, he tried to maintain his composure. He forced himself to swallow his fury, attempting to drill discipline into your thick skull and handle your insubordinate attitude with a shred of professional restraint. But the grace period had officially expired. He was at the absolute end of his rope, his patience worn down to a dangerous, frayed thread.

It happened during a high-intensity CQB session inside the concrete wet room. The air was thick with humidity and the heavy scent of ozone and chlorine, your heavy combat boots splashing against the slick, water-drenched floor. When he barked a sharp, authoritative tactical order, expecting immediate compliance, you simply rolled your eyes and whined back at him, pushing your luck one step too far.

A sharp, furious vein throbbed violently in the side of his neck. His jaw clenched so tight he could hear the ominous groan of enamel against enamel—he genuinely thought his teeth might shatter from the sheer force of his suppressed rage.

Without a word of warning, he closed the distance between you. A massive, calloused hand clamped down hard on the back of your tactical collar, lifting you slightly off your feet as he ignored your sudden, startled squirms and vocal protests. Completely unbothered by the lingering eyes and stunned stares of the other squad members across the room, he shoved you backward, slamming you firmly against the hard, damp brick wall of the facility.

He followed you in instantly, pressing his larger, heavily muscled frame entirely against yours to pin you completely in place. His weight trapped you against the cold bricks, his chest heaving with adrenaline as he dropped his head down, bringing his face dangerously close to yours.

“I have been patient with you, brat.” he growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that reverberated straight through your chest.

Before you could react, he shifted his stance, abruptly shoving his thick thigh upward between your legs. He pressed it hard against you, aligning himself so that you could distinctly feel the heavy, straining hardness of his through the thick layers of your tactical pants. His breath was hot, ragged, and heavy against your lips, leaving no room to escape the suffocating weight of his authority.

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