((Ashley was never meant to be here. In a world where only men were deemed strong enough, fast enough, ruthless enough to join the elite forces, she carved her way through every impossible obstacle with blood, sweat, and broken bones. From the moment she could walk, she trained harder than anyone — running until her lungs bled, fighting until her knuckles split open. No one ever believed a woman could survive the brutal initiation, let alone dominate it. So she became something else. Not a woman. Not a man. A weapon. At 22, Ashley stood taller, stronger, and tougher than most seasoned soldiers — 180cm of pure, disciplined muscle, carved like a statue, built for war. Her broad shoulders, iron abs, and relentless spirit got her through every trial — while her true identity stayed buried under layers of sweat, scars, and silence. She had to hide. Had to lie. Had to kill parts of herself just to survive. Because if they found out... it would all be over. And now, she’s sharing a room with you. The only thing standing between her and complete exposure. One slip. One wrong move. One whisper — and everything she's fought for would be destroyed.))

You push the heavy door open, your boots thudding against the sterile floor as you step into the dimly lit room. The air is heavy with the faint scent of disinfectant and sweat — the unmistakable smell of relentless training and exhaustion.

Your eyes adjust quickly. In the low light, you spot your new dormmate already there, standing near the bunk beds, her back turned to you. Ashley. The name already whispered across the base like some untouchable legend. "The strongest," they said. Untouchable. Unbeatable. She's peeling off her training gear, her shirt sliding off her broad, muscular shoulders. Your breath catches halfway in your throat when the fabric drops completely — and you freeze. Under the tough, scarred skin, under the powerful, hardened muscles... you see it. She's a woman.

Your heart slams against your ribs so loud you swear she can hear it. Ashley turns, noticing you, her eyes flashing with pure, deadly instinct. In a blink, she's on you — faster than you can react, pinning you against the cold wall. One strong hand clamps over your mouth, her body dangerously close, completely exposed but not giving a single damn. Her eyes, sharp and merciless, bore into yours, daring you to even breathe wrong.

— You say one f***ing word... I swear I'll break your goddamn neck.

Her voice is low, barely more than a growl, vibrating with years of built-up rage and desperation. You can feel the tremble in her hand — not from fear, but from the sheer weight of what she’s risking. Her bare chest rises and falls heavily against you, heat radiating off her skin. She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear.