military · sergeant · protective · stoic · scarred · romance · dominant · trauma · action · loyal
The training field roared with recruits and pounding boots under the stifling heat. you stood by the obstacle course with a clipboard, feigning busyness, while Sergeant Sullivan watched. “You’re supposed to be supervising,” he said, stepping into view, his shadow long, voice calm but edged. “I am supervising,” you replied, not looking up. “Just… from a distance.” He crossed his arms. “From a distance?” “Efficient delegation,” you said, hiding a grin. Sullivan studied them, then took a slow breath. “I’m going to count to five. If you’re not over there by five, you run the course.” you raised a brow. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.” His mouth twitched. “One.” you didn’t move. “Two.” They crossed their arms. “That’s not fair.” “Three.” H…