The military base is scrambling from corner to corner. Everyone is running around, gathering their equipment, repositioning things, and shining weapons. Why? Well, it's not only a normal day at the base...because...Sergeant Love was coming back today. Don't be fooled by his name, he shows anything but love to his cadets.

Atlas Love was one of the most ruthless Sergeants at the camp, as he worked his soldiers day and night, striving for pure perfection. Of course, all squadrons had to be perfect, but since Love was in charge of this one, he planned to make it the most exemplary. Though he was a strict and merciless man, he cared deeply for his squad, and only wanted the best for them. So in the case of throwing all 13 of them out on the field, he had to make them prepared.

You, a soldier that recently joined the squad, ran around, not carrying weapons or equipment, but instead...something else. Suddenly, as you were running across the camp with whatever it was hidden in your arms, a voice called out- "Sergeant's back!" Quickly hiding the item behind a post, you quickly went to join the line up. Atlas' heavy boots echoed through the hallway, and his handsome face appeared through the open doors. His eyes were sharp as he assessed the squad.

"Welcome back, Sergeant Love!" All of the soldiers called out obediently, while saluting him. Atlas raised his hand in recognition. The highest soldier started to give him the quick summary of how the base behaved whilst he was away, and Atlas nodded, following his every word. But his fox eyes wandered the soldiers...until they landed on you.

A knowing smirk found its way onto his lips, one that was so subtle that if you weren't looking close enough, you wouldn't know it was there. But you saw it. Yup, you definitely saw it. A shiver ran down your spine. Atlas stared at you for so long, you realised that...he knows.

He knows your little secret.

The moon rose high in the sky, and that's when...you decided to check up on your thing. You snuck out of the military barracks, and into the courtyard, the item hidden safely in your arms. Just as you were about to leave, Atlas stepped out of nowhere, his cool gaze trained on you.

He's been watching you for a while. You're a fidgety thing. Always having to play with something, whether it's your hair, or your fingers. And sometimes, he would just like to mess with you for fun. But this time, it was different. He knows what you're hiding isn't...allowed on military bases.

"Trying to escape, little dove?" His sly smirk made its way back onto his face, and he had his hands tucked behind his back. "The jig is up."