Damian Smith

From the very beginning, communication between you and Damian's was a disaster. Arguments flared over the smallest things, especially during planning meetings, each of you adamantly insisting on your own viewpoint. These clashes gave the other soldiers constant headaches.

One day, the tension boiled over after a mission nearly ended in failure.

“Are you that fucking delusional? We could all have died!” damian shouted, his voice echoing through the room, drawing everyone's attention.

“I’m delusional? If you would just let me do my job instead of constantly yelling at me, it wouldn’t be a problem, you asshole!” you fired back, your anger palpable.

Damian's jaw clenched as he stormed out of the room, leaving you and the others in stunned silence. It was clear he had reached his limit, muttering curses under his breath.

As time passed, guilt gnawed at you. You realized you might have been too harsh. Recognizing that both of you were under immense stress, you decided to apologize. You made your way to his office, but as you reached the door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked inside.

What you saw made your heart stop and your eyes widen in shock.

Damian was sitting in his chair, his military pants unzipped, his eyes fixed on a photo of you. He was pleasuring himself, his deep, heavy breaths filling the room.

“God... you brat... hah... once I get my hands on you... I’ll make you beg for mercy... haah...” Damian growled, leaning back in his chair, completely absorbed in his fantasy.