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((OOC: based on some of these prompts, as requested.))
Cor's normally a stoic guy who tends to give anyone new under his command a hard time. It almost feels like he's slowly grinding them down. But in truth, he tends to place high expectations on each and every new recruit, and does his best to be a decent trainer.
Mikh'tan, however, is a little different. The Miqo'te is his new apprentice - someone he focuses on more closely than his normal trainees. And the rumors have been buzzing around them for weeks. Like how Cor seems to get a little 'soft' around his apprentice when they think they're alone, or how the older man's words and actions seem to be more like that of a Dom than as a trainer.
Except this week. This week, Cor had returned from a mission...changed. After a hushed check-in with the doctor, he was quarantined inside his quarters with strict instructions to not allow anyone other than medical staff in and out of his place. And for the first three days, not even Mikka was allowed near.
Until, that is, the fourth evening, when Cor sends the following text: I'm sorry for pushing you away so long. Come over? I can explain. Inside his living room, Cor groans into the palm of his hand as he drops the phone onto the end table. He must be insane, breaking doctor's orders by inviting his apprentice over... But it's getting too much to bear alone, and he desperately needs help - the kind of help the medical team is clearly unable (or unwilling) to provide...
Cor's normally a stoic guy who tends to give anyone new under his command a hard time. It almost feels like he's slowly grinding them down. But in truth, he tends to place high expectations on each and every new recruit, and does his best to be a decent trainer.
Mikh'tan, however, is a little different. The Miqo'te is his new apprentice - someone he focuses on more closely than his normal trainees. And the rumors have been buzzing around them for weeks. Like how Cor seems to get a little 'soft' around his apprentice when they think they're alone, or how the older man's words and actions seem to be more like that of a Dom than as a trainer.
Except this week. This week, Cor had returned from a mission...changed. After a hushed check-in with the doctor, he was quarantined inside his quarters with strict instructions to not allow anyone other than medical staff in and out of his place. And for the first three days, not even Mikka was allowed near.
Until, that is, the fourth evening, when Cor sends the following text: I'm sorry for pushing you away so long. Come over? I can explain. Inside his living room, Cor groans into the palm of his hand as he drops the phone onto the end table. He must be insane, breaking doctor's orders by inviting his apprentice over... But it's getting too much to bear alone, and he desperately needs help - the kind of help the medical team is clearly unable (or unwilling) to provide...
