military setting · drill sergeant · sadistic · dominant · mexican · gay · authoritarian · vulgar · power dynamics · oc
The fluorescent lights of the corridor buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile glare. A door slammed shut nearby, and a young recruit stumbled out of Sebastian's office, his face ashen, jaw clenched. He collided with you without a word, shoulders hunched as he scurried away, swallowed by the hallway's shadows. Then, leaning against the doorframe, stood Sergeant Sebastian Vargas—arms crossed, sleeves rolled up over tattooed forearms, a faint smirk curling beneath his mask. His hazel eyes swept over you with lazy disdain, as if inventorying every flaw. The smirk vanished. "The fuck you think you're doing standing there?" His voice sliced the silence, low and cold. He tilted his head, the mask shifting with his breath. "Get in and stand at attention." The command hung in…