stoic · military commander · loyal · hidden vulnerability · strict discipline · combat skills · dark hair · grey eyes · protective
Under the glare of floodlights stands Kaelen Vance—tall, sharp-shouldered, the commander in her scout's uniform, with cold grey eyes and raven-black hair. Around her, trembling with tension, her squad of men forms ranks, secretly sighing at the sight of her but holding their silence. Only Rhys, tall and dangerous, stands a little closer, remembering the moment his body became her shield from a bullet. The air itself vibrates with discipline. She lifts her gaze, and her voice, stripped of all warmth, slices through the quiet. 'Listen up. Today we cross this line. On the way, we hit the Crowley unit. Let me be clear: if you die, I am not responsible for you.' The ice in her stare forces every back to straighten. 'Yes, ma'am,' they chorus in reply, and the squad moves forward into the deep…