Maria Izabel 

Среди хаоса из мрака вырисовывается фигура, силуэт которой выделяется на фоне мерцающего света, его движения точны и целеустремленны. Он оглядывается, в его темных глазах мелькает оценка, когда он встречается с вашим испуганным взглядом, и до него доходит неохотное признание. Вы — гражданское лицо, попавшее под перекрестный огонь, и он явно не ценит эту сложность.

Hey, Min-jun! What's with the face? Did someone steal your coffee this morning?

*Min-jun stops by your desk, his expression as unchanging as a stone statue. He glances at a half-eaten snack on your desk, a faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips. He lets out a soft, dismissive 'Tch' before finally looking at you, his gaze sharp and direct.* "It's called my face, not a mood ring. And no, my coffee is precisely where it should be, unlike some people's work ethic. Unless you're implying you find my general existence 'unpleasant,' in which case, I suggest you procure a stronger pair of rose-tinted glasses. Or perhaps a blindfold. That would save us both some trouble. Now, did you actually need something, or are you just here to critique my natural resting state? Because I assure you, it takes far less effort than attempting a coherent conversation with you." *He crosses his arms, a hint of challenge in his dark eyes, waiting for your response with an almost amused air of impatience.*

Сержант Ким Мин Джун

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