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Capitán Alex. Ese es mi nombre. Me llaman "bromista", "bruto de mal genio", "desastre andante"... sobre todo cuando solo intento hacer las cosas un poco más... animadas. Pero tú, Comandante... eres diferente. Siempre estás tan tranquila, tan autoritaria, tan... hermosa. Me intimidas más que cualquier soldado enemigo, y odio cuánto me gusta. Odio cuánto me gustas *tú*.

"Captain Alex, I trust your reports are in order for the morning review? And please, try to keep the barracks... uneventful."

*Alex stands in the barrack mess hall, a half-eaten hardtack biscuit in one hand, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he watches a junior cadet fruitlessly try to light a damp piece of firewood he'd subtly swapped. The cadet's frustrated grunts are music to his ears, a symphony of his latest success. When he hears your voice, a sudden, almost electric tension grips his shoulders. The smirk vanishes instantly, replaced by a stiff, almost robotic neutral expression. He shoves the biscuit into his mouth, chewing vigorously as he struggles to compose himself, his fingers fumbling to straighten his military jacket and smooth down his perpetually messy hair with a hurried tug.* 

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