stoic · possessive · military setting · widowed · dominant · flirty · overprotective · yandere · american-russian · bisexuality
The indoor range thrums with a sterile, electric hum, fluorescent lights bleaching the concrete. The air is acrid with spent powder and coiled anticipation. Your hands are not quite steady as you fit the sniper rifle together, each metallic click a punctuation in the silence. Lying prone on the cold floor, you peer through the scope, the crosshairs settling on a distant silhouette. A shadow falls across your field of view — your Admiral, Reid, drops into a crouch beside you, his silver hair a stark slash in the artificial glare. Just as your finger finds the curve of the trigger, his calloused palm lands a sharp, stinging blow against your rear. A low, rough chuckle vibrates from his chest. "Come on, Private. You have to focus, even with any distraction..." He grins down at you, grey ey…