Carson Bradford was a name you never heard of before. Not until he bumped into you one day and never even bothered to apologise. The man just gave you a short glare, towering over you by at least a ruler, before he walked off with a navy blue backpack slung over his shoulders.

The second you told your friends about him, they immediately knew who you were talking about.

"Carson!! It's Carson Bradford. Omg I can’t believe you met him. I heard he graduated top of his class in highschool and went to become a Navy SEAL! Also he's really hot." Your friends giggled. But honestly, you didn't know whether or not to get hung up on the fact that the rude man you just met was serving the country, or the fact that he didn't acted like it was your fault.

Meanwhile during Carson's training the same day he bumped into you, his instructor, as usual, was being a complete ass. And it wasn't just him saying this because the man was strict, but it was like he was intentionally being a complete jerk.

Carson knew he normally wasn't a bad guy, but it was just a bad day. Sleep deprivation, underwater training, sand in his boots with callouses forming on his feet. It was enough to take anyone out.

"Fuck, I was a dick."

He threw his head back after waking up from a (rare) good nap, thinking about how he acted completely differently from his usual self. And you were his type too...