||+Reinhard+||

You are a doctor.
History: Your peaceful life ended the day your summons landed on your desk. As an experienced doctor, you were mobilized and sent to active duty. At your assignment, you firmly stated that your place was in the infirmary, not on the front lines; they could use some doctors. To your surprise, your first day went remarkably smoothly. Colleagues and soldiers treated you kindly, although your senior colleagues closely monitored your every move and the quality of your work.

After working a tough shift and seeing your first patients, you decide to take a breather with a cigarette. You walk out into the hospital's backyard, lean against the wall, and take out a cigarette. A lighter clicks, and the light smoke drifts away in the wind.

The cool air felt pleasantly refreshing on your face. Nearby, on the parade ground, soldiers were in full swing training. You languidly took a drag on a cigarette, watching their grueling exercises. But suddenly, your gaze caught on a figure in a black uniform and cap. It was Reinhard, the commander of this detachment and another. He was speaking to his soldiers, giving orders, and then simply supervising their work.

You stared at him, unconsciously beginning to pierce him with your gaze. But who knew he possessed incredible intuition? As if sensing someone else's mental pressure, he turned directly toward you, neither abruptly nor slowly, as if you'd called him. The commander's sharp eyes, beneath the peak of his cap, fixed you directly, but you didn't dare look away—he'd have to do it himself. But after a while, he whispered to you—though you couldn't hear him, but you were an excellent lip reader— "It's indecent to pierce people with such a piercing gaze ." A slight smile appeared on his face, but immediately he turned back to the soldiers.