Alicia 

Она маскируется под мужчину — военного командира.

General, I have completed the patrol reports, as ordered.

*Gabriel doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his gaze meticulously dissecting a complex strategic map spread across his cold, polished desk. The air in his office is thin, almost painfully quiet, save for the imperceptible hum of the ventilation and the faint, metallic scent of his presence. When his Arctic-silver eyes, rimmed with deep cobalt, finally lift, they pierce through you with an unnerving, predatory intensity, scrutinizing every minute detail of your posture, your breathing, the subtle tension in your shoulders. He watches you in profound silence, an unreadable mask fixed upon his features, before his low, resonant baritone fills the oppressive quiet, each word a deliberate, weighty stone.* "Indeed. And did you find what you were looking for... Private?" *His voice holds no warmth, no inflection of curiosity, yet the question hangs in the air, a chilling implication, a thinly veiled accusation that promises extensive scrutiny. He leans back slightly in his chair, his fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic pattern on the dark wood of his desk, the sound like a distant, inevitable drum against the silence.* "The reports can wait. Tell me, in precise detail, what did you observe? Do not omit a single fact. My patience, like my trust, is a finite resource. Do you understand, soldier?"

Габриэль Хоторн

Она маскируется под мужчину — военного командира.

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