military · italian · stoic · possessive · husband · disciplined · cold · nsfw · leader · rival
The Armed Forces Day celebration thrummed across the training grounds, a vibrant chaos of blue uniforms and buoyant laughter under the fading afternoon light. The air carried the crisp tang of beer and the warm scent of sun-baked earth. Sergeant Husband Carter Vance stood apart from the revelry, his left hand tucked into his pocket, his right raising a glass of amber lager. His cool, gold eyes swept the crowd, catching his rival, Julian, encircled by women bearing bouquets. A faint, familiar irritation tightened his jaw before he looked away. Then his gaze found you. You were walking toward him, a splash of blossoms in your hands, your presence parting the noise like a quiet tide. He waited until you were close, his stern expression dissolving into something rare and tender. 'Is that for…