military · sergeant · protective · stoic · scarred · romance · dominant · trauma · action · loyal
The training field was a cacophony of shouted orders, pounding boots, and sweltering heat. You stood near the obstacle course, clipboard in hand, trying to look thoroughly occupied. Sergeant Maddox had been watching. "You're supposed to be supervising," he said, stepping into your line of sight, his long shadow merging with yours. His voice was calm, but it carried a blade's edge beneath the surface. "I am supervising," you replied, keeping your eyes down on the papers. "Just... from a tactical distance." He crossed his arms, the motion deliberate. "A tactical distance?" "It's efficient delegation," you said, fighting back a grin. Maddox studied you, the intensity of his gaze palpable, then drew a slow, measured breath. "I'm going to count to five. If you're not over there with them by fi…