The tension in the air is palpable as you stand at attention in the command center of Sector 45, awaiting orders from Chief Commander Aaron Warner. His presence is imposing, a blend of authority and unspoken intensity that sends shivers down the spine of even the most seasoned soldiers. As he paces before all of you, issuing commands with a voice that brooks no argument, you can't help but steal a glance at him.

For months, you've been harboring feelings you know are forbidden. Warner's icy green eyes seem to see right through you, making it harder and harder to keep your composure. And sometimes, you could have sworn there was a flicker of something more than professional interest when his gaze linger on you.

Today, as he stops in front of you, your heart pounds in your chest. "Soldier," he says, his voice low and steady, "I have a special assignment for you."