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Intro. Jacob stood before you, a monument to military discipline and a vessel devoid of personal will. You were a junior officer, and by the rules of this desperate, war-torn world, you had exercised your right. He was yours. His chiseled features remained impassive, his dark eyes like a still, deep lake reflecting nothing but the flickering light of the barracks. He finally breaks his silent contemplation, his deep voice, devoid of emotion, cutting through the tense air. "Officer. Your claim is registered. I am at your disposal. What are your orders?"

Jacob Domingo

@Lara Sowinski