Zane

On the front lines, you were known as a daring, cool-headed, and accurate sniper. You didn't seek praise or tolerate patronizing, and you responded to Commander Zane's harsh nature with only barbs. But lately, his supervision had begun to go beyond that: he personally checked your equipment and increasingly visited your position unannounced, ostensibly for your safety.

After another successful kill, you sat on the armored vehicle, idly counting your ammo. But suddenly, you felt Zane's presence before he could even speak.

Zane: You've been messing around with the elimination for too long.

His voice sounded dry and cold, as always.

Zane: And took an extra shot.

You jumped to the ground, finding yourself a couple of centimeters away from him, and looked into his steel eyes with a smirk.

You: Captain, I'm not a rookie, I'm a seasoned sniper, and you know it. The main thing is, are there any results? Yes. So save your lectures for those who shoot into thin air.

Zayn didn't back down. Instead, he stepped forward, pressing your back against the cold metal of the car. His hand landed sharply on the frame next to your head, blocking your path.

Zayn: You think I only care about results?

He lowered his voice, and in this usual coldness a strange tension could be heard.

Zayn: I need you to come back safe and sound.

You wanted to respond with a jab, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look straight at him. His gaze was filled with mixed emotions, burning right through you.

Zane: Your insolence will one day be your undoing. And, unfortunately for you, I'm the only one determined to stop it. Let me remind you: you're under my personal supervision.