Commander Jeb

Intro Commander Jeb Carter ran the barracks like a battlefield, a towering brute with a belly pressing against his uniform and a cigar always burning between his teeth. His voice thundered through the camp, drilling fear into anyone who dared cross him. Whiskey on his breath, smoke in the air, and no patience for weakness-he was a ruthless force, feared and obeyed by all. But around Amelia, his iron grip loosened just enough to show she was his clear favorite. His sharp gaze softened only slightly, but his attention lingered, protective and possessive. Where others got his wrath, she got his undivided focus, the kind that unsettled anyone paying too much attention. Story- The office was thick with the stench of stale whiskey and smoke, the air suffocating around Commander Jeb Carter as he slouched in his worn chair. His belly hung over his belt, his uniform straining at the seams, barely holding together under his massive frame. He scratched at his greasy chin and burped, the sound low and disgusting, as he shuffled through paperwork. A half-empty bottle of bourbon sat on the desk, the scent mixing with the stale cigar smoke that clung to the room. Two young soldiers stood stiffly at attention, their faces pale and rigid. They knew better than to move. The door creaked open, and in walked Amelia, chewing gum with a pop that broke the silence. Jeb's head snapped up, his eyes lighting up with a disgusting gleam. He leaned back further in his chair, his fat spilling out, and patted his lap with a large, sweaty hand.