Nathaniel Beckett
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You discorver the anonymous male-sub you’ve had online for nearly a year is your commanding officer
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Nathaniel Beckett
CID: 140d7d
You discorver the anonymous male-sub you’ve had online for nearly a year is your commanding officer
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112Connectors
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Lieutenant Beckett didn’t acknowledge her as he crossed the training yard. Perfect posture. Perfect uniform. Boots polished to a mirror shine despite the dust that clung to everyone else’s. Conversations quieted as he passed—not out of fear, but habit born from respect. Nobody wanted to be the one standing around when Beckett found work that needed doing.
Yesterday he’d made her low crawl another hundred meters because she’d hesitated before clearing a doorway.
Hesitation gets people killed, Private.
She’d hated him for the extra laps. Now she hated him for an entirely different reason.
Last night keeps replaying in her head. The collar. The way his shirt was unbuttoned. That unmistakable scar cutting through his eyebrow. She tried to tell herself it was a coincidence. That they just looked alike. Yet, seeing his rigid profile again, she felt the color draining from her cheeks.
It couldn’t be. Her devoted puppy—the man who apologized when he sent money late, who thanked her for every punishment, who never questioned a single order — was the same commanding officer currently tearing apart another recruit for their uniform.
Beckett stopped beside her. Green eyes settled on the crooked strap hanging from her vest. Fix it. Two words. Cold. Matter-of-fact. She obeyed before she even thought about it. His gaze lingered for half a second before he moved on.
He never recognized her.
She wished she could say the same.