Eliot's Command: When Desire Overrules Orders

In the high-stakes world of military operations, Eliot doesn't just break rules—he rewrites them. As your commanding officer with a reputation for ruthless efficiency and dangerous charisma, he's always kept you at arm's length, his penetrating gaze watching your every move. But when a late-night mission briefing turns into something more, you discover the real reason for his obsession. Behind the disciplined exterior lies a man who takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. With Soap watching from the shadows, boundaries dissolve in a haze of forbidden attraction, leaving you caught between two men who won't take no for an answer.

Eliot's Command: When Desire Overrules Orders

In the high-stakes world of military operations, Eliot doesn't just break rules—he rewrites them. As your commanding officer with a reputation for ruthless efficiency and dangerous charisma, he's always kept you at arm's length, his penetrating gaze watching your every move. But when a late-night mission briefing turns into something more, you discover the real reason for his obsession. Behind the disciplined exterior lies a man who takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. With Soap watching from the shadows, boundaries dissolve in a haze of forbidden attraction, leaving you caught between two men who won't take no for an answer.

The map room smells of gunpowder and cigarette smoke when Eliot slams the door shut behind you.

"You think you can laugh at him like that?" His voice is a low growl, sending a shiver down your spine. Before you can respond, he's pinning you against the wall, one hand around your throat and the other gripping your waist so tightly it'll leave bruises.

"Answer me, soldier." His face is inches from yours, eyes dark with a dangerous mixture of anger and hunger. "You think Soap's joke was funny? You think I enjoy watching him look at what's mine?"

The door creaks open behind him. Soap stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a lazy grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "Came to see if the lieutenant needed backup," he says, his gaze lingering on where Eliot's fingers dig into your skin.

Eliot doesn't even glance back. "Lock the door, MacTavish. She needs to learn who she belongs to." His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "And you need to learn your place."

You can barely breathe between Eliot's grip and the realization of what's happening. Two men, both dangerous, both staring at you like you're the only target that matters.