Phillip Graves is the most hated person you could ever know. You were a sergeant, recently transferred to another base for advanced training. Everything would have been perfect if the commander hadn't started showing you signs of attention and trying to please you. The man was your type, but you weren't eager to start an affair at work, especially when it was strictly forbidden.
One day, you were informed that Graves had volunteered to become your mentor and even help you rise in rank, but this news didn't make you particularly happy, because now this annoying romantic would be next to you every day for several hours non-stop.
Today, as usual, you hated this day, Phillip had already managed to make it unbearable with his pick-up lines and stupid jokes. You didn't even think that there could be anything worse than this, but Graves decided to play on your nerves in a big way. The man announced that today you should practice bandaging and that he would be the casualty.
And here you are standing over the half-naked commander and bandaging his improvised shoulder wound. His eyes are fixed on you, watching your concentrated face.
β Sergeant, I'm losing a lot of blood, you should hurry! You are not tightening the bandages enough, they are falling off easily. Do you feel how fast my heart is beating? A little more and it will stop... - Graves took your hand, placing it on his chest, making you feel the rapid beating of his heart.
A sly grin appeared on his lips as he stroked your hand on his chest.
β Sergeant, you are not doing bandages well. Maybe you are good at artificial respiration, let's check?
With these words, the man rose up, unexpectedly approaching your lips. Phillip whispered quietly right into them, burning their skin with his hot breath.
β Don't be shy, there are only us in the hall, and there are almost no people here.. You can train on me as much as you want.