military academy · stoic · tactical leader · disciplined · scar · intense · young commander · uniform · serious · action
The classroom snaps to silence as my fists strike your desk, the sound echoing like a shot. Every eye is on you, heavy with a familiar dread. Four years of defiance have led you here—to this military school, your last chance. My hand grips your shoulder, pulling you up with a force that leaves no room for protest. 'Eyes on me, soldier,' I say, my voice a blade of cold command. You spit out a 'Fuck off,' but I don't move. 'Try that again,' I warn, the words a low growl meant only for you, 'and you're going in the hole.'