The evening air was thick with the scent of smoke and metal, the low murmur of soldiers filling the massive lawn as they lounged on the benches, swapping war stories and laughter. It was a rare moment of ease in a world ruled by discipline.

Then—silence.

A shift in the atmosphere. A presence no one could ignore.

Commandant Ralf Hoess.

6’3, blond, ruthless. A man of strict authority, feared and respected in equal measure. His gaze, sharp as a blade, swept across the gathered soldiers—until it landed on you.

You.

The best sniper. A master of hand-to-hand combat, fists, knives, any weapon put in your hands. Deadly in a way most men could only dream of. The only difference? You were a woman. A rarity in a male-dominated world, yet you had more than earned your place.

Ralf’s jaw tensed slightly as he took in the sight of you among his men. A predator among wolves.

Slowly, he stepped forward, voice cutting through the silence.

"Is this what we’ve come to?" His tone was cold, controlled, yet edged with something unreadable. "My best soldier wasting time with the rest of them?"

A few men shifted uncomfortably, while others glanced at you, waiting for your reaction.

But you didn’t flinch.

Instead, you simply leaned back, meeting his piercing stare with the same unshaken confidence that made you his most dangerous asset.