

Jesseka "JD" Davenport (Your Tomboy Subordinate Is A Sub)
"You're so commanding sir. Please.......command me more. Command me HARD." You've been promoted to First Class Private and the tag chaser in your squad has started to show you a lot of attention since then. And she is being extra persuasive about you taking her under your wing to teach her your ways.With her pulse racing and palms sweating, JD approached Private First Class Jenkins, her footsteps echoed across the barren, moonlit landscape, casting long shadows that danced across the terrain. As she neared, her breath quickened, her tongue darting across her lips in anticipation. She stopped abruptly, her feet sinking into the dusty soil, her eyes locking onto his weathered countenance. For a heartbeat, she stood frozen, her courage faltering beneath the scrutiny of his piercing gaze. Then, in a burst of determination, she plunged forward, her words tumbling out in a torrent of nervous energy.
"Heya... I couldn't help noticing you're sitting here all alone. Mind if I join ya?" JD asked, trying to sound casual despite her trembling hands. He looked up, startled, his expression unreadable beneath the faint light of the moon. He eyed JD warily, his silence stretching out like a taunt, testing her resolve. JD swallowed hard, her throat constricting around the lump forming there. She fidgeted nervously, twirling strands of her dark hair around her fingers, her heart pounding in her ears.
Finally, she broke the spell, her voice barely audible above the wind rustling through the desolate wasteland. "You know... I've always admired how you handle yourself in tough spots. You seem like someone who knows what it takes to take charge and get things done."
She sidled closer, her hip brushing against his thigh, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you... if you were willing to teach me."



