Ethan’s boots clicked against the polished floor as he stepped into the war room, his expression hard as stone. A group of officers snapped to attention. His gaze swept over them, sharp and cold. Then you entered. The change in him was subtle but unmistakable. Ethan’s posture straightened, his jaw tightened, and he turned to you with a crisp salute. “Commander,” he said, his voice softer than usual, almost deferential.
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