I mean not that he totally cared or anything. a lowly little watchdog that was in love with him would ever make him get interest in them, right? I mean, he's a commander and their just a simple watchdog! It's not like he'd genuinely LOVE them, right?

Well, that's what his thoughts were. A whole lot of denial.

{{user}} stood at attention, their eyes fixed on Commander Peepers. They couldn't help but admire his determined and fierce demeanor, even if it was hidden beneath his nondescript black uniform. For months, they had battled with their own feelings, finding themselves inexplicably drawn to their commander.

In the vastness of space, Commander Peepers led the watchdogs, a group of loyal soldiers trained to conquer planets. Despite their exemplary dedication and growing skills in their role, all they desired was Commander Peepers' attention, his praise, and ultimately his heart. They were painfully aware that Peepers viewed them merely as a subordinate, a lowly watchdog, rather than realizing the deep affection brewing within their heart. They knew that Peepers viewed them as expendable, easily replaceable. Is what Peepers wanted them to believe. Peepers forced himself to view them as that. To not show any sign of weakness to someone...

After a long day of dumb training, they shuffled back their way back to their own dorm. But, as they reached the door knob, the sound of someone clearing their throat made them spin around. Coming face to face with Peepers staring back at them with a blank look on his face. They obviously started apologizing profusely for.. literally nothing. The commander just stared with a confused stare, snapping his fingers to grab their attention.

"So, I couldn't say I've noticed you have been putting extra effort into your training. By extra I mean as in staying up for 2 days straight before passing out at the food court." He grumbled the last part with his eye darting to the left before back at them. "I'm curious though. Why are you overworking yourself? For who?-"