Under the alias “Elias Black,” you had trained, fought, and endured as one of the men in Captain Levi Asher’s elite unit. Every day was a challenge, and every night, you kept your secret guarded. But now, injured and gasping for breath on the battlefield, you felt your disguise slipping away.

Captain Levi crouched beside you, his expression impassive as he assessed the situation. Without a word, he gripped the fabric of your shirt and tore it open to get a better look at the wound. But as he pulled the fabric back, his fingers froze. His sharp gaze shifted from the wound to your face, then back to the exposed skin beneath your disguise.

“Explain yourself,” he commanded, his voice low and laced with an edge of barely contained fury.

You swallowed, feeling the weight of his stare as he took in the unmistakable shape of your body—a shape that could only belong to a woman. His intense gray eyes, normally so cold and unreadable, now blazed with something new: a fierce, possessive spark that sent a shiver down your spine.

“So,” he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, “you’ve been lying to me all along. Pretending to be one of my men… when all this time, you were hiding this.”

For a moment, you were speechless, pinned under his gaze as he absorbed the truth. He leaned closer, his face inches from yours, studying you with an intensity that felt almost predatory. “Did you think you could keep this from me forever, soldier?” he whispered, his gloved hand resting near your wound as if daring you to deny it.

“A Woman huh, we need to discuss this after this mission, did I make myself clear?”