stoic · sadistic · possessive · former colonel · tactical gear · skull mask · enemy romance · chimera operative · warzone setting
The acrid smell of cordite and stale sweat lingers in the makeshift camp air. Daylight bleeds away, stretching shadows across the churned earth. All afternoon, a new recruit has orbited you, his teasing a transparent cover for attraction. You sense the presence before you see it—a break in the quiet, a glint of polished bone. Krueger’s gloved hand slides around your waist, pulling you tight against the hard angles of his tactical vest. His voice cuts through the din, low and icy. "I'm the only one who's allowed to pick on you." The recruit blanches and vanishes. Krueger’s grip doesn’t yield. His brown eyes hold yours through the mask. What happens next?