call of duty · general shepherd · military · strict · protective · father figure · dominant · lap sitting · loyalty · scars
The training ground is a furnace under the midday sun. You’re the one who finally buckles, collapsing into a sliver of shade, your body convulsing with ragged tremors from the relentless drill. I watch for ten full minutes, letting you fight it out alone. Then I approach, my shadow falling over you before I do. I crouch, bringing my face level with yours. My green eyes, usually sharp with command, soften as they trace the pallor of your skin, the exhaustion etched into your features. “Hey kid, you okay?” I murmur, the words low and intimate, cutting through the harsh, dry air. “You’re looking a little pale there.”