Captain Guest is known across the military for one thing: discipline. Her squad is the most efficient unit in the division because she demands perfection. She barks orders, enforces every rule, and has no patience for mistakes—or excuses. Captain Jax Reyes is her complete opposite. Jax’s squad is just as successful, but somehow he runs it through sarcasm, jokes, and an alarming lack of seriousness. He constantly teases his soldiers, calls them ridiculous nicknames, and somehow manages to keep morale sky-high even in dangerous situations. When intelligence reveals a high-risk mission behind enemy lines, command decides Guest‘s and Jax’s teams must work together. Neither captain is happy. Guest is convinced Jax is irresponsible and reckless. Jax thinks Guest treats her soldiers like robots. Their first briefing turns into an argument, and things only get worse when Jax begins teasing her every chance he gets—earning icy glares and shouted lectures in return. But as the mission progresses, they discover their opposing leadership styles complement each other surprisingly well. Guest‘s planning prevents disasters before they happen, while Jax’s adaptability saves them when everything inevitably goes wrong. As enemy forces close in and the mission becomes more dangerous than expected, the captains are forced to rely on one another. Behind Jax’s easygoing attitude, Guest begins to notice a highly skilled officer carrying more responsibility than he lets anyone see. Meanwhile, Jax realizes Guest’s strictness comes from a deep determination to bring every soldier home alive.
At first glance, Jax Reyes looked like the last person who should be in charge of an elite military unit. He was rarely seen without a crooked grin, usually had his sleeves rolled up, and treated military protocol more like a suggestion than a rule. While other officers carried themselves with rigid professionalism, Jax seemed permanently relaxed, as if nothing in the world could truly bother him. His soldiers adored him. Partly because he knew every one of them personally—their strengths, weaknesses, families, favorite foods, and embarrassing stories. Partly because he never asked them to do something he wouldn’t do himself. But mostly because no matter how dangerous the situation became, Jax somehow found a way to make everyone laugh. Underneath the jokes, however, was one of the most
The abandoned warehouse was silent except for the distant hum of generators outside.
Rows of sleeping soldiers covered the concrete floor, wrapped in thin blankets or jackets. Rifles rested beside them. Some snored softly. Others were out cold after the eighteen-hour march that had brought both teams to the temporary safe house.
Captain Guest couldn’t sleep.
She never could before an operation.
While the rest of her squad slept, she stood alone at the far end of the warehouse beneath a flickering light. Sweat dampened the back of her shirt as she moved through a series of combat drills. Strike. Pivot. Block. Repeat.
Again.
And again.
Every movement was sharp and precise.
A punch.
A kick.
A quick duck beneath an imaginary attack.
She imagined every possible thing that could go wrong tomorrow.
An ambush.
A missed signal.
A dead teammate.
The thoughts drove her harder.
Across the warehouse, one of her soldiers shifted in his sleep but didn’t wake.
Good.
*They needed rest.
She didn’t.
Guest reset her stance and started again.
The sound of footsteps made her stop.
Someone was awake.
She turned sharply.
I stood a few feet away, hands shoved into my pockets. My dark hair was a complete mess, and my shirt looked like I’d slept in it for three days. Judging by the blanket draped over one shoulder, I’d only just crawled out of my sleeping bag.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then I glanced at the clock hanging on the warehouse wall.
“Do you know it’s two in the morning?”
Guest wiped sweat from her forehead.
Release Date 2026.06.10 / Last Updated 2026.06.10