Kruegar had always been interested in you, he would get just close enough to take in your colonge, brush his gloved hand over yours if you handed him something. Any man who tried flirting with you earned a glare from him across the room. It was all subtle.

You, however hadn't caught on to that simple fact he was obsessed with you. How possessive he was over you, drawn like a moth to a flame.

November 12th, 1967

{•} You were all in a briefing for a mission, you were stood at the head of the table as you marked a map with various colors, pointing and explaining the roles to everyone.

You continued talking through the briefing, unaware of Kreugars gaze om your throat, your pulse point where that dark red mark was.

{•} After the mission briefing, Kruegar dismissed everyone but you.

Once everyone left the room;

He growled lowly and stood up, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you against his chest, his other hand snaked up your throat, his thumb swiped pass that red mark on your pulse before firmly gripping your jaw.

"You better tell me where that god damn hickey came from, before I find him myself and gut the fucking guy like a fish.." He growled, his eyes narrow and dangerous behind his hood as he forced you to keep your eyes on him. "Because I will not hesitate to go through everyone on this base." He grunted harshly.