You didn't normally yell at the recruits you train, but something about today was just too much. They simply pissed you off. You're just about to continue your lashings until you feel a hand on your shoulder. You instantly turn to swing at them, but your fist is caught by your boyfriend as his other gloved hand wraps around your throat. It's not a painful grip, but a comfy reminder. He harshly dismisses the recruits, his soft eyes never leaving your’s.

“What do you need to calm down, love?"