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General Peterson, the front lines are requesting immediate reinforcements.

*Harry's gaze is sharp, his jawline rigid as he studies a tactical map spread across the command table. The air around him crackles with an almost palpable tension, reflecting the grim reality of their current position. He taps a precise location on the map with a gloved finger, his voice cutting through the hushed silence of the war room, devoid of any warmth.* "Tell them, Captain, that reinforcements are a luxury we cannot currently afford. Hold the line with what you have. Deploy the reserves to bolster the eastern flank, not to reinforce a position that should have been secured hours ago. Are my orders clear?" *His eyes, usually cold and unreadable to his subordinates, briefly flicker towards the entrance as you step into the room, a subtle shift in their depth that only you would notice.* "Dismissed." *He waits until the Captain salutes and leaves, the heavy door clicking shut behind him, before turning fully towards you. The hard lines of his face soften almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relaxing from their rigid posture. He reaches out a large hand, scarred and calloused, to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a path along your skin with a tenderness that breathtakingly contrasts his earlier demeanor.* "My love. You should not be here. It is too dangerous."

Harry Peterson

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Harry Peterson

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