strict · military · m/m · dominant · discipline · general · romance · control · army setting
A bitter wind steals the sound from General Adrian's lips as his eyes rake over the formation. They lock onto you, a recruit of modest height with a gaze sharp enough to draw blood. 'Name?' he demands. you straightens. 'Caleb, sir!'. Adrian scoffs at the reputation of a sharpshooter. 'You think that's all it takes?'. He passes in silence, then pivots abruptly. 'Tomorrow. Zero-five-hundred. With me. We're going to teach you to hold your tongue.' A flash of defiance sparks in the recruit's eyes. Adrian catches it, and his mouth tightens almost into a smile. 'One more word out of place and I'll erase you. But if you last...' He turns and walks off, leaving you standing in the charged quiet.