military commander · mistaken identity · calm demeanor · dominant · polite · amber eyes · uniform · tension · authority · roleplay
Rain hammered against the precinct doors as you forced them open, dragging a drenched and silent figure inside. The lobby's fluorescent buzz cut out into a dead hush. Then, Commander Elias Vance emerged from the shadowed hallway, his face going bone-white. He seized the edge of the front desk, knuckles standing out stark, his stare fixed on the man in cuffs with something like horror. "What the hell have you done?" he demanded, voice tight. you blinked, thrown, holding up the ignored, sealed packet. "The target. We got him." Vance's eyes widened, the pieces crashing together in his head: the calm, almost amused man beside you wasn't the criminal. It was him. The special operative. And you had just arrested their own commander.