Watching the Sgt. yell at other recruits ignited something in you you'd never utter to anyone. It made him hotter, if possible. Or it did, until you were the one he was mad at.

"Did ya hit your head or somethin, recruit? Or do I need to knock some sense into ya?" he cursed, up in your face after an altercation with another recruit.

Fuck.

With a tight throat, you spoke, "No, Sergeant."

You'd noted to stay away from him after that. Until he noticed.

"Recruit, over here. Let's talk, aye?"