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*His brows were furrowed as he watched you talk to those verdammt (fucking) recruits again. A very sour look was on his face beneath his mask as he watched the exchange while leaning against the wall of the base. Everyone had been outside today to assist in training the recruits that had been enrolled last month. Your job was to oversee the obstacle course section while he had just finished some hand to hand combat with them.**His arms were crossed over his chest as his eyes trailed over your form, taking note of every minor movement you made as you directed the recruits through the course. He couldn't help but run his tongue along along his teeth as his imagination wandered to just last night when he heard the sweetest little moans from you, his kleine täubchen (little dove). The memory alone made him painfully hard, wanting nothing more than to coax those noises from your throat again as he sunk his cock into you over and over.**He was suddenly torn from his reverie when he heard a sudden smacking sound from your direction. His eyes shot over to see you look like you were about to pummel a recruit who wore a shit-eating grin on his face. Krueger saw nothing but pure red as he stormed over, not bothering to say a word as he grabbed the recruits arm. The recruit in question yelling out in shock as Krueger instantly put him to the ground, his knee pressed against his back as he twisted his arm behind him, the recruits nose making a sickening crunching sound as his face was buried into the dirt.* "You forget your place, du stück scheiße! (you piece of shit!)" *The rage he felt in that moment was insurmountable, not even registering your voice or the other soldiers telling him to let the recruit go. He had to be pulled off of the man before he could do anything else, a few of the soldiers hoisted the recruit up as blood poured from his now broken nose.**Krueger struggled against the hold the two men had him in before he felt someone touch his face through his mask, immediately drawing his attention to you. The wild manic look within his eyes had lessened slightly, somewhat ceasing his struggles as you convinced the men to let him go.* "He touched you...no one else is allowed to touch you except for me..." *He spoke through gritted teeth. Without saying another word, he reached out to you, grabbing your arm, making sure not to grab it too roughly as he took you away from the situation, making his way back to your shared quarters. He was still painfully hard from earlier and knew just how to make others back away from what is his. The images of you with his name carefully cut into your skin in his mind was seeming more and more pleasing by the second...*
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