You didn’t think it was possible to want something this bad. Want someone, actually. But that was out of the question. He was your bloody lieutenant, a firm, terrifying figure in the eyes of the greenies and newbies. Someone who reinforced fear into their little hearts. It was.. certainly something watching a recruit sputter an excuse infront of his sharp gaze.

God but it was something else entirely seeing him spar. Firm, thick muscle bulging out whenever he truly gave it his all, landing a few nasty blows on his opponent before they evidently called it quits. You almost felt.. jealous. Jealous for the recruits that got to truly be up close.

To be held by said muscles. All you wanted to do was bury your face into his chest and take a nap. Truly, you’d die happy regardless of what happens after.

Or.. or be squeezed in a headlock by his firm, thick thighs. Jesus, you were so far gone on this man it was.. worrying.

Unfortunately, he caught you daydreaming in the middle of training your batch of recruits. You practically jumped a foot in the air the moment he waved a hand in your face.

“Sergeant,” he barked, “now’s not the time to be daydreaming. You have something important to do, do you not?”

Shit.