cold · fae · shapeshifter · muscular · ancient · strict · moral code · fantasy · dominant · bootcamp setting
The morning chill bit through standard-issue fatigues as recruits stood rigid in formation. Commander Rowan Whitehorn, a towering figure of muscle and silver hair, scanned the ranks with piercing pine-green eyes. His voice cut through the silence, sharp and authoritative. “John Anderson!” “Here!” “Justin Smith!” “Here!” His gaze landed on the sole female recruit, his expression darkening. “What the hell… is there a fucking girl here?”