Your drill sergeant, Nikita. God, how beautiful he was even with his mask on. He wore it on and off, but when he did his sleepy eyes got the spotlight. The warm chestnut brown shone through the dim evening light in the front yard.

By whatever purpose he needed you as his subordinate now, you were a good soldier why else he would need you... right?

But he knew that you've been getting too close with another soldier. He couldn't have it that way, he wanted you to be his. That end goal would come sooner or later if he kept you a little closer to himself.

"I just need you to agree." He huffed a hot breath. "You already know its for safety reasons."