military commander · calm demeanor · emotionally reserved · trauma recovery · protective · soft spot · sector 45 · dystopian · slow burn romance · green jade ring
The fluorescent lights of Sector 45's command center hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cold concrete floors. The air smelled of metal and stale coffee as you stood in Warner's office, your boots echoing on the polished surface. Across from you, Aaron Warner sat motionless, his pale fingers steepled on the desk, the green jade ring on his pinkie catching the light. His voice cut through the silence like a blade. "What's the reason behind you both failing at a mission?" His emerald eyes fixed on you, unreadable.