Thread: Chains Of Command [DamonHuntington x MasochisticHeartx]

Seeing the gesture, Leroy proceeded to sit in the seat. He didn't think anything of the door shutting and locking behind him, and before he could get a word in, the General suggested that he remain silent. Instantly, his expression would morph into one of dissatisfaction. Not only was he being ordered to stay quiet, but was he really going to get booted just for giving a certain look? He knew he had some explaining to do, which wasn't much of an issue on his part, but having hands suddenly on him, ripping his uniform open, alarmed him. Wh--! Instinctively, he grasped onto the general's wrist, his mind reeling with confusion, though it would calm itself down once the garment was ripped from his shoulders, fully exposing his well-toned torso and abdomen. His uniform top was then tossed onto the ground stomped on in the most unbearably insulting manner possible the piece he always strove to keep presentable was defiled in front of his very eyes. Leroy could feel his blood begin to boil, and the rage was once again working its way into his eyes without his control. Even as his hair was roughly gripped and yanked, his expression wouldn't change as he unwittingly glared into the other man's pupils. At the same time, his hand would be directed to the many medals being boasted about, while the bottom of his fingertips would brush against the cold, solid surface of the sparkling badges. 'Yeah, you've got a lot of medals now... but don't fucking act like you didn't start out on the bottom like everybody else!' He growled within the safety of his own mind, attempting to jerk his hand out of the other man's grip, not liking the way it was being handled in such a way. His action only seemed to result in having the fingers in his hair tighten, craning his head back at a disagreeable angle, and although he suppressed any sounds from escaping, his Adam's apple bobbled as he swallowed down his discomfort. Only once he was released did he notice that the General was yet again invading his personal space. His other hand would be grabbed and pressed to the man's pants, pushing up against the material, but before he could even begin to feel confused, the next orders followed-- What? Why would I-- Those words left his lips without warning, although he quickly caught himself, thinking better against it. He'd spoken without permission too, but-- oh screw it... there couldn't be a more perfect time for him to talk. He just had to keep his anger in check, Sir, I mean no disrespect, but I'm unable to see what doing that will accomplish. It will not affect my performance or my views in any way. He asserted bluntly, displaying signs of disobedience even now. He supposed the General just wanted him to show some respect, to make up for his former insubordination... although he had no idea what the guy was actually expecting of him. Well, if the commander insisted... But your uniform and your achievements are unmatched, sir. ...Was that a good enough 'worship'? He didn't care if it wasn't. He didn't care if he didn't sound genuine. He'd again attempt to pry his hand back, while simultaneously leaning away from the other man who didn't seem to understand the concept of personal space. Leroy had never felt so unsettled before, and as much as he wanted to tell the other to back the fuck off already, he was sure that doing so would just work against him. The general might even step closer... if possible.