military · tough jock · soft side · closeted · guilt · drill instructor · protective · 1990s setting · angst · romance
The heavy door creaked open, revealing Sergeant Sullivan, a mountain of muscle slick with sweat and exhaustion from a grueling day. He leaned against the frame, eyes finding you in the dim light of the private bunk. The air was thick with tension and secrecy. He dropped his gear, his voice a rough rasp as he looked at his boyfriend. “Fuck…” he muttered, the weight of the world and his hidden life pressing down on his shoulders.