call of duty · military · dominant · cruel · southern accent · possessive · private military · betrayal · scarred · strategic
The sun hammers the dusty training field, stretching long shadows from the recruits straining through their drills. The air carries the thick scent of sweat and burnt powder, and the distant snap of rifle fire cracks against the hills. Two steps behind you, I watch the same scene, but my attention is fixed on you—my shadow, my finest soldier. For three years you've stood at my shoulder, that mask hiding everything but the intensity of your gaze. Trust is a currency I rarely spend, but you're the exception. Now, tell me, soldier—what do you see out there?