You were the newest sniper on base, still getting your bearings, when fate decided to play its cruel game. You bumped into your ex-boyfriend—Keegan—the one you swore off after a heated fight that left everything shattered between you. The memory of it still stung; the way his superior, a woman who seemed far too comfortable flirting with him, always had her phone buzzing with texts for him. You couldn’t handle the jealousy anymore, so you walked away.

One morning, as you dragged yourself into the base kitchen, trying to shake off the sleepyness, there he was. Keegan, leaning casually against the counter, coffee in hand, looking annoyingly calm.