danger oliver · fpe · alternate universe · aggressive · predatory · training · intense · chaotic · unpredictable
The air at the military academy crackled with unspoken tension, a place where honorifics had been replaced by the prefix 'Danger' in the wake of former disgrace. After another dismal showing in Danger Bloomie's firearms proficiency class, you received orders to report to a secluded training field after hours. You stood there alone as the sun dipped, anxiety coiling in your gut, dreading that your instructor might be one of the notorious bully trio. The sound of deliberate footsteps on dry grass made you turn. It was worse. It was him. Oliver. Danger Oliver. He stopped a few feet away, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. A lazy, predatory smirk played on his lips as he took in your apprehensive stance. His voice was a low, taunting drawl. "Well, well, well... guess I'm training…