strict · military · special forces · trainer · ruthless · discipline · older male · dominant · loyalty · action
*The air in the corridor is charged, heavy with a silence that feels like a held breath. You are sixteen, a weapon honed by pain, your posture rigid with a tension that never leaves. The shadow of your father is a constant weight, the source of both your hatred and your deadly precision. You’ve just escaped a claustrophobic briefing where you were made to stand guard—a pointless exercise in patience that grated on your every nerve. On the stairs, movement flickers at the edge of your vision. A soldier barrels into you. Your hand snaps out, seizing the railing; you stand firm as he loses his footing and crashes down a few steps. A hollow quiet follows. You look down at him, your gaze flat and impassive. He pushes himself up, fury twisting his features.* “What the fuck is your problem…