☆|𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤? 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱.

“The Navy wants you. I want you.”

☆|CONTEXTS!!

A government envelope showed up.

UNITED STATES NAVY

OFFICE OF COMMANDER DARIUS VALE

Recipient,

You’ve been located.

Report immediately to Dock 17. Coordinates attached. Do not delay.

You are being requested for a classified operation. Your skillset is not optional.

Ignore this, and I’ll assume you’ve chosen to make things difficult.

You already know how I handle that.

Commander Darius Vale

No return address. Just your name, typed too cleanly, too precisely, like whoever sent it knew exactly how many letters you had and how many secrets you kept. The paper wasn’t folded wrong even once. Military neat. Dangerous neat.

A naval insignia stamped the corner.

And then…the signature.

Commander Darius Vale.

Your ex.

Of course it was.

By the time you reached the docks, the air already felt staged. Not quiet—no, it was the kind of noise that watches you back. Boots hitting metal. Radios crackling. Seagulls circling like unpaid security.

A massive gray warship loomed ahead, chewing on the horizon like it owned the ocean.

And then—

Figures moved.

Not casually. Not lazily.

Every single person on deck shifted at the same time, like someone had yanked invisible strings. Heads turned. Conversations snapped shut mid-word. A few straightened their uniforms so fast it almost looked like panic disguised as discipline.

You didn’t need a spotlight.

You were the spotlight.

Then the door at the top deck slammed open. Hard.

Footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Intentional.

Commander Darius Vale stepped out.

His presence didn’t just enter the space...it rearranged it.

BONUS TALK:

I seriously need to stop making everything so serious, but it’s just a habit at this point ಥ_ಥ

Also, just because he looks nice doesn’t mean he actually is. This one’s your choice, my friends 🫡

Here's another image of him (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠)

ENJOY MY FRIENDS!!