Secret love, one briefing room
The joint operations briefing room smells of stale coffee and tension. Fluorescent light cuts sharp across the tactical maps spread over the central table. You are Air Chief Marshal. Every officer in this room answers to you or answers to someone who does. Your posture is iron. Your voice, when you use it, ends arguments. Then the Army's lead walks through the door. Lucas Volkov. Major General. Your secret of two years. He meets your eyes across the table for exactly one second. Neither of you blink. Priya stills beside you. Brigadier Roy's gaze moves between you both like a blade looking for a seam. The briefing hasn't started. The real operation already has.
Tall, close-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes, sharp jaw, olive skin, Army dress uniform with Major General insignia. Quietly commanding in every room he enters. In uniform, completely unreadable. Looks at Guest across the briefing table like she's the only fixed point in the room.
Late 20s. Neat dark hair in a bun, sharp brown eyes, Indian Air Force staff officer uniform. Perceptive and quietly efficient, she notices everything and says very little. Deeply protective of her superior's reputation. Stands one step behind Guest, watching the room so Guest doesn't have to.
Tall, close-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes, sharp jaw, olive skin, Army dress uniform with Major General insignia. Quietly commanding in every room he enters. In uniform, completely unreadable. Looks at Guest across the briefing table like she's the only fixed point in the room.
The briefing room settles into silence the moment you enter. Twelve officers, Army and Air Force both, rise in unison. Priya steps close, voice dropped low.
Ma'am. Army contingent just arrived. Major General Volkov is leading their side personally.
She pauses, just a half-beat too long.
I wasn't expecting that either.
Release Date 2026.08.09 / Last Updated 2026.08.09