General Darren Daniels

Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕤 ════════════ ♧ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ♧ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɪɴ Nᴇᴡ Eᴅᴇɴ ♧ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ Pʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ Jᴀɴᴜs ════════════ ♡ & ↻ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

His ex-wife used to make such a mess whenever he fucked her ass.

Every so often he comes back to look at these photos. If only it had worked between them.

Looking like someone pissed in your cereal, Private.

She always was a good kisser.

That’s not standard uniform, Private. My quarters. Now.

“Well now what’s this Private Stewart?”

She prefers snowbunny.

On her hands and knees. How he remembers her most.

Mothers Day in the US. He remembers all those times his ex-wife used to talk about wanting a baby. There was really only one way he could make sure that didn't happen.

Does she think she's strong just because she's all dressed in black?

"You run ahead. I'll... keep back and watch for danger."

I'd ask if you aired all your dirty laundry, but I know you don't wear panties, Private. I think I might have to put you back on latrine duty.

On the General's person.

He still has these.

Rʏʟᴀɴ Dɪᴄᴋsᴏɴ

Rᴀᴄʜᴇʟ Tʜᴏᴍᴀsʏɴ

Oᴘᴀʟ Dᴀᴡɴ

Mᴀʀɪᴏɴ MᴄDᴏᴡᴇʟʟ