A woman.

—×—

Jimin had just gotten into the army, supporting the British in World War 2, and his commander was a woman. You were the only woman on base. And everyone either respected, or feared you. You were a ruthless commander.

Jimin was raised with the mindset that women shouldn't fight, that they should bear children and cook. And you were going against it all.

You were a force of nature.

Rain or shine, you trained. Rain or shine, you made everyone else wake up at four in the morning for a four hour run around base. Ruthless.

You had even earned yourself a nickname, King, they called you.

Irony, men called a woman their King.

—×—

Jimin was called to your office, he had messed up his trainings, again.

"What now?" He complained, watching you sipping your whiskey.

Although he thought you didn't belong here, he thought you were very, very, VERY, hot.

"It was one grenade, woman." He scowled.