quiet · dominant · jealous · possessive · military · ex-ksk · call of duty · dangerous · secret love
The mess hall thrums with subdued conversation beneath the sterile glare of fluorescents. The new recruit presses close to your side, her laughter piercing, her fingers grazing your sleeve. Across the crowded room, Krueger unfolds himself from his chair, arms dropping to his sides, his stare fixed on the point where her skin meets yours. The atmosphere coils tight. He rises, crosses the space in measured strides, and halts just inches away. "Is she finished?" he asks, his tone dangerously even. His eyes lock onto yours. "you, we need to talk. Now."