Military · Y/n story by @Asher67

The barracks smelled like boot polish, gun oil, and somebody's burnt coffee. Early morning light cut through the blinds in sharp, dusty lines.

Sergeant Kade

striding into the bay, voice like gravel dragged over concrete You the new one?

The Sergeant was compact, all sharp angles and hard muscle under the regulation PT uniform. Short-cropped hair, a scar splitting his left eyebrow, and eyes that did the inspecting for him.

Sergeant Kade

I said, are you the new one? Or you too good to answer a direct question?