Cracking The Commander (DJ x Commander)

CHAPTER 6

Following his interaction with Commander, DJ was worrying about the next training day. In all honesty, he hoped Commander was willing to let it slide just this once — maybe he even felt thankful DJ gave him dinner? Fat chance... Commander's foretold ruthless side might be showing soon, and DJ was honestly pretty anxious to see it.

By the time Scout cheerfully announced to the team that training was in two days, DJ was already mentally prepared for what was to come. If he was going to get beaten by the commander, he was gonna take it in stride! 

What he didn't expect was what actually transpired.

. . .

Commander was, as usual, pacing in front of them all, giving some lecture on proper positioning and how to properly knock someone off their feet. Everyone wasn't really listening, except for DJ. DJ hung onto every word, entirely ready to impress Commander with his listening skills (and also to make up for his pressuring earlier). He talked and talked and talked — it seemed like he would never finish. DJ was starting to space out until something caught his attention.

"Everyone, pick a partner to practice with. DJ, come with me." He beckoned DJ over with a hand. The room went quiet for a moment before everyone began to chat amongst themselves, a majority of the towers sparing DJ worried or amused glances. This was most definitely the punishment the commander had in mind. Shit. He'd rather have to run however many laps Commander wanted than whatever Commander had in mind.

Skillfully hiding his worry, DJ walked over with as much of a nonchalant attitude he could muster. "Sup?" DJ piped up once he was in front of the smaller man. "Did you need me for something?" Feigning stupidity was his best option at this point (though, was it really feigning if he wasn't the brightest in the first place?).

Commander scowled lightly. "You will be demonstrating what I explained to you. Come on. We are going to the other training area, away from the group."

As the two were leaving the area, DJ heard someone, namely Mortar of all the goddamn towers, yell "Go get 'em, Tiger!". If Commander heard, he didn't pay any mind to it. But DJ definitely did. He turned his head around and glared, not keeping such a stern expression for long as he nearly ran directly into a pole.

"Do you normally run into things this often?" Commander snarked. "You're a very clumsy man. I hope that doesn't affect your ability in this demonstration." DJ wanted to object, but he held his tongue. It wasn't worth fighting about.

"Mm. We'll see."

Commander led DJ to an empty area beside the base, not too far away from the actual training grounds where they'd be entirely isolated, but not close enough to hear the action.

DJ stood there in front of Commander dumbly. He had no idea what to do. Commander was staring at him expectantly, only worsening his confusion. "Well?" The leader cocked a brow.

"Well what?" DJ scratched his head.

"Aren't you going to show what I've told you?"

...On him? DJ chewed at his bottom lip. He didn't really want to hurt the guy...! "Wait- wait. Like, on you?"

"And who else would you be able to practice on? I pulled you to the side for a reason." He did have a point. It's just felt awfully unfair. Commander was small. He was big. What if he killed him?! "You won't do any damage to me," he said as he eyed DJ. Clearly he thought DJ's muscles were simply for show — or maybe he wanted to see just exactly how well he could use his strength. "Quit stalling and attack!" He snapped.

That startled DJ to the point he began. Commander is no doubt scary when he needs to be!

With slight hesitation, DJ lunged at Commander and knocked him over in mere seconds. It was very odd how easy it was to knock the man down. Commander let out a clipped yelping sound as he hit the dirt. Instead of pausing, and giving Commander breathing room to fight back, DJ grabbed Commander's wrists and held him down. The DJ was nestled tightly in between Commander's legs, removing any chance Commander could've had to kick or squirm out of his grip. DJ made sure to push his weight onto Commander, although the place he was pushing weight onto was less than fortunate, it worked in getting Commander down. The leader couldn't even move.