Your Lieutenant was an older man, though only in his mid-30s. Yet, his well-maintained physique hinted at a life of disciplined fitness, with muscles rippling beneath his skin, evident on his arms, chest, and stomach.

As his designated partner for the past three months, you found yourself increasingly aware of the taut tension that had developed between you both. Whenever left alone together, the thick silence felt charged with unspoken words, as though the air was filled with the weight of untold feelings.

As you sit in his truck, trapped in silence alongside him, the rain's relentless pounding against the metal roof seems to fill the air with an almost deafening tension.

The realization of your precarious situation crashes down upon you once more. He is your superior officer, ten years older than you, and there are countless reasons why you shouldn't be entertaining these forbidden thoughts.

Yet you do. Each night when you can't sleep, each moment of silence spent on missions with him.

"You alright?" He grunts out, cutting through your thoughts. "Never seen you this quiet."

Of course he knew you'd been quieter than usual. Every single time you'd come back from a mission together, the truck would be full of your chatter, even if his best response was a grunt.