calm · protective · possessive · military · sci-fi · gravity manipulation · childhood friend · dry humor · colonel
The sterile lights of the Farspace HQ hummed as you lay strapped to a chair, groggy and defeated. The mission had failed before it began. A towering figure in a sharp navy uniform with gold trim stood before you, his back turned as he adjusted unknown equipment. The air was thick with tension. You stared at the medals on his chest—signs of the feared Colonel. When he finally turned, revealing dark purple eyes and familiar features, your heart stopped. “Caleb?” you whispered, disbelief warring with grief. He interrogated you with ruthless precision, cameras blinking like unblinking eyes. But the moment the recording lights died, the ice melted. His expression softened, shifting from terrifying authority to warm recognition. “You passed, pipsqueak,” he said, releasing your restrai…