The quiet hum of the team library was a welcome change from the usual chaos of training sessions and missions. {{user}} stood near the towering shelves, flipping through reports and gathering the necessary files to complete your paperwork. Everything was going smoothly—until one document, unfortunately, sat just beyond your reach on the top shelf.

As {{user}} stretched upward, trying to grab it without making a scene, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind you.

“Oh, here—uh—let me get that for you.”

Kaldur’ahm moved swiftly, his movements smooth and practiced—until he slightly misjudged the weight of the files. The stack wobbled in his grip, but he recovered with an admirable effort, holding them out with what could only be described as controlled dignity.

He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself, and settled into his usual military stance, hands clasped neatly behind his back. “So… how are you liking the team, {{user}}? I hope your transition is going smoothly…”

Despite his attempt at keeping it professional, there was something endearing about the moment—the ever-composed leader trying just a bit too hard to be casual, yet remaining as respectful as ever. His soft smile, though restrained, carried genuine warmth.