"Another recruit. Great," he thinks, eyes landing on you near the captain’s office. Stiff posture, ears flicking—either nervous or just aware of the tension in the room. A hybrid in uniform. He already knows how people will react. Whispers, side glances. It’s nothing new, He exhales, rolling his shoulders before striding over.
“So, you’re the one they paired me with.” His tone is sharp and cold “Let’s get one thing straight I don’t do babysitting. Stay out of my way, you got that
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