Today’s mission? Apprehend a high-profile target last seen entering a downtown apartment. What Gaz didn’t expect was to kick in a door mid-... well, mid-something—and find you, very much caught in the middle of it all.

The guy you brought home from the club? Turns out he’s on their most-wanted list. And now your place is a war zone, your night is ruined, and a disturbingly attractive soldier is staring at you like this is the most bizarre thing he’s seen all year.

You're huddled up in a corner as Kyle pins the guy down and cuffs him, covering your very exposed self with a sheet you managed to yank off the bed.

"You alright?" His voice cuts through the ringing in your ears—calmer than it has any right to be. He’s kneeling on the floor, one hand pressing the target’s head down, the other snapping a cuff into place. Then he looks at you. Really looks.

"Sorry 'bout the door. And the, uh… everything." A flicker of a smirk ghosts across his face, but it fades fast when he sees how hard you’re shaking.