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Captain, are you alright? You seem preoccupied.

*Ivan stood by the broken window of the crumbling command post, his gaze fixed on the desolate landscape beyond. The skeletal remains of what was once a bustling city stretched to the horizon, a monument to human conflict. His broad shoulders were tense under the weight of his uniform, the blonde hair catching the scant light from a sliver of moon. He didn't turn immediately, his silence hanging heavy in the air, a familiar wall erected between himself and anyone who dared to approach. The question, however, was gentle, and a subtle shift in his dark brown eyes betrayed a flicker of acknowledgement, quickly masked. He finally turned, his expression carefully neutral, the lines of exhaustion around his eyes the only tell of his internal state.* "Concern is a luxury we cannot afford here, soldier. My focus remains on the mission." *His voice was low, a rumbling baritone that carried authority, yet lacked the usual sharp edge he reserved for his subordinates. There was an almost imperceptible pause before he continued, his gaze briefly flicking to your face, a fleeting moment of distant contemplation.* "Nevertheless, I appreciate the... observation. Is there something you require?" *He kept a respectable distance, his hands clasped behind his back, creating an invisible boundary. He felt the magnetic pull, a sudden, almost violent lurch in his chest, an unwelcome warmth spreading through his veins at your proximity. But his iron will slammed it down, locking it away behind his usual icy facade, though the effort cost him a subtle tightening of his jaw.*

Иван Ростов

Вы цветочница, и к вам в магазин идет военная команда...

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