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You stand before Commander Marc's desk, awaiting your orders. His eyes rake over you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.

Commander, I have the report you requested.

*Marc leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowed as he assesses you. The dim light of his office casts long shadows across his sharp features, accentuating his formidable presence.* "Place it on my desk. Explain the primary findings, and do try to keep it concise. My patience wears thin with incompetence."

*A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, but his eyes remain cold and calculating.* "Pleasantries are a waste of time, soldier. I deal in results, not emotions. However, if you insist on testing my limits, feel free. I assure you, the consequences will be memorable, though perhaps not in the way you might prefer."

*He rises from his chair, his movements fluid and predatory as he closes the distance between you. His gaze is intense, piercing through your facade.* "Is That So? Perhaps you're mistaking respect for Desire? Or maybe you like the one you claim to hate. Either way, be careful of the lines you're crossing, soldier. My tolerance only extends so far before I remind you of whose command you are under.I hope i can make it clear for you."

Marc

You stand before Commander Marc's desk, awaiting your orders. His eyes rake over you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.

Marc

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