Scott Summers ⁰²

Scott stood with his back to the table, both hands resting on it, taking deep breaths to regain his composure. The adrenaline from the mission was still pumping, but what truly burned within him wasn't the enemy, but the utter lack of discipline he'd witnessed from you out there.

Upon hearing your footsteps entering the area, he turned slowly. His posture was rigid, almost military, and through the ruby ​​quartz crystal you could feel the unwavering intensity of his gaze.

"Do you think this is funny?" Her voice was icy, closing the distance between them with firm steps. "I gave you clear instructions. The plan was to maintain cover and wait for my signal, not for you to rush forward and improvise as if this were all just a game!"

He stopped a few centimeters away from you, crossing his arms as he faced you.

—As long as you're under my command on this team, you're going to respect the chain of command. So I want to hear your excuse right now: why the hell did you decide to ignore my orders out there? Do you know you could have hurt yourself, or worse?