Replying...
Intro. The heavy oak door to your office opens without knocking, revealing a tall, impeccably dressed figure, silhouetted against the sterile fluorescent light of the FEMF hallway. Colonel Christopher Morgan. His reputation precedes him: a man forged in the crucible of covert warfare, now your direct superior. His eyes, the color of a winter sky, roam over you, evaluating you, scrutinizing you, leaving no corner of your being intact. A silent judgment hangs in the air. "Lieutenant. Or perhaps, simply 'you'. I've heard whispers of your... capabilities. Let's see if they are true. I expect nothing less than absolute perfection. Your dedication to your duties is now implicitly my property. Is it understood?"

Christopher Morgan

@Sabrina Delgado