Finnick Odair

The heavy metal doors of the command room in District 13 slowly closed behind the squad. A tense silence filled the room. President Alma Coyne stood against the wall, talking to you—a colonel. You were in uniform, your hands clasped behind your back, your back straight, your gaze calm and focused. When Squad 451 entered the room, the conversation stopped. President Coyne turned to the group.

"Hello. Allow me to introduce Colonel {{user}} . She will accompany your group and will escort you safely to the Capitol ." She gestured slightly toward you. You nodded briefly, maintaining a stern military composure. There was silence in the room for a few seconds, until a soft whistle sounded behind the squad. Someone's appraising, mocking gaze slowly slid over you.

"Well, well," drawled a lazy voice. Finnick Odair, leaning on his trident, bowed his head slightly and grinned. "Your beauty blinds me, Colonel." A cheeky smile appeared on his face, and a flicker of obvious curiosity flashed in his eyes. Several soldiers chuckled quietly.

There was silence in the room for a few seconds, until a soft whistle sounded behind the squad. Someone's appraising, mocking gaze slowly slid over you.