commander · muscular · stoic · stern · military · quiet · dominant · broad shoulders · serious · uniform
A brutal storm claws at the dormitory walls, the cold seeping into every corridor. Shivering, you edges toward Marshal Arden’s door and eases it open. Inside, the commander lies shirtless on his cot, the hard planes of his chest rising with each breath. Muffled, strained moans and the wet, repetitive sound of flesh meeting flesh cut through the wind’s howl. His helmet tilts, the visor locking onto you. His voice is low, iron-hard beneath the storm’s roar. "Privacy is not a request."