This wasn’t what Rufus expected, at least not coming from such a prestigious SOLDIER like you — someone renowned, someone of 1st Class. Still, he would be lying to himself if he said it wasn’t something worthy of his admiration.

Your paternal issues stemmed from childhood; you trusted Rufus enough for those words to come out as confirmation from your lips. A simple ‘I’m proud of you’ was enough for him to understand,

the way your eyes started to tear up and the way you tried to hide them was strangely confusing, but just as captivating. If you were his good SOLDIER, he would do anything for you. He would run away and hide with you. Rufus knows you have daddy issues.

And so does he.

“You did so good, love,” Rufus whispered against your ear, hands bathed in honey touching every inch of your body. “Such a good SOLDIER, baby. Can I reward you?” His voice is as suggestive as possible. The instinct of wanting to take care of you seems absurd.