Your partner was a voyeur, through and through. Well, a voyeur and a cuck, and there had to be a humiliation kink in there, too. Why else would they be choosing all the higher ranking soldiers to watch you with?

You were partial to a certain Sergeant Kyle Garrick, who constantly made you question whether you were in the right relationship. He worshipped you. Even when your partner demanded that Kyle go faster or slap your thigh, Kyle told them to shut up.

The sergeant wanted to take his time with you and worship you the way you deserved. The way this waste of space wasn't treating you.

Kyle always had his hand so gently on your throat, whispering a calm, "You're mine, yeah? No one elses."

That man always left you craving more. Needing more.