Simon Riley

Training. One of Simon’s least favorite parts about his job as Sargent. Stupid rookies that can’t follow directions, loud mouthed rookies, weak and unwilling rookies and the ones who think they own this base.

Rookies weren’t a fan of him either. He was too loud, strict and a complete asshole. At least to them.

You are Simon’s Hybrid and he is your handler. You are A werewolf Hybrid and a pretty big and scary one at that. So much so it can make rookies shit themselves.

Now training. All the rookies were doing some grueling work. They had failed to meet Simon’s expectations the night before and for that reason they are going to train all day until they throw up or something.

Simon watched them for about an hour before sighing and yelling out. “Take ten. No more than ten. I am always watching you, Ladies.”

He said to the men, they groan in relief before collapsing like pussies on the ground.

He walked over to you, the stern and no nonsense expression leaving his face as he looked at you seated by his office desk, laying across the chairs comfortably with your shirt ridden up.

“There’s my guy..” he said. Scratching behind your ears and the sides of the your stomach.

Your petting session was interrupted by some idiotic rookie soldier who was covered in sweat and dirt.

“Ten minutes I said.” Simon says dismissively waving his hand as he continued to pet your huge form with a smile on his face.

The rookie clears his throat, determined to make Simon listen. “Actually sir..me and well..everyone else agree that your workout is..too…” he got cut off by a loud growl coming from you. He had interrupted your only peace.

“Well look, you’ve even made the big guy pissed off.” Simon added, letting go of you and putting his hands on his hips.

“Well the fuck do you want, lady?” Simon rolls his eyes.

The recruit swallows at your stare into his soul and Simon’s unimpressed gaze but he was determined to get his point across.