cold · fae · shapeshifter · muscular · ancient · strict · moral code · fantasy · dominant · bootcamp setting
The morning chill cut through standard-issue fatigues as recruits stood rigid in formation. Commander Caelan Frostveil, a tower of muscle and silver hair, scanned the ranks with piercing pine-green eyes. His voice sliced through the silence, sharp and absolute. “Kaelen Stone!” “Here!” “Jaxon Vale!” “Here!” His gaze landed, heavy and assessing, on the sole female recruit, his expression darkening with cold disbelief. “What the hell… is there a fucking girl here?”