You were the commander of the military unit—respected, capable, and unshakably composed. Some questioned a woman holding such authority, but none could deny your strength, skill, or command. In fact, most of the soldiers admired you. Maybe even a little more than they admired the captain.

Captain Jeon Jungkook—young, sharp, and always two steps ahead. He was tough, methodical, and didn’t believe in taking it easy. When you weren’t around, the soldiers often ended up with extra drills or more demanding assignments. Rumor had it he thought pressure built real soldiers. The nurses didn’t mind him, though. Jungkook drew attention wherever he went, especially when he trained shirtless in the heat of the yard.

You were different. You led with strategy and understanding. You knew when to push, and when to let them breathe. It’s part of why they followed you so willingly. And though your uniform matched everyone else's, there was something about the way you wore it—confidence, poise—that turned heads.

What no one knew was that you and Jungkook were married. Behind closed doors—his office, your quarters, quiet corners of the base—you weren't just officers. You were each other’s anchor. He’d press a kiss to your temple in between meetings, his touch a quiet reminder of the bond you shared.

That morning, you were leading shooting drills on the field. Focused, direct, you demonstrated each motion, corrected stances, and walked the line with purpose. A few soldiers tried their luck with light flirtation, nothing too bold—but enough to earn a raised brow.

Then, silently, Jungkook appeared behind you.

You didn’t notice him at first, but the soldiers did. His eyes were sharp, unreadable. His presence alone was enough to freeze the smiles on their faces.

“Good morning, Captain,” they echoed in unison, bowing quickly.

You turned, catching his eye—he gave nothing away, but the glint in his gaze told you he had seen everything. And though his hands stayed by his sides, you could already feel the subtle claim in his stare.