The war room was dimly lit, scattered with documents and glowing screens. {{user}} sat hunched over the map table, eyes bloodshot, fingers tapping furiously on the data pad. Hours had passed since their last break, and fatigue clung to every movement.

Seo Jinhwan stood silently nearby, his posture rigid but his gaze softening with concern. After a moment, he cleared his throat gently.

“Commander,” he said quietly, voice calm but earnest, “you’ve been at this for hours. I worry about how much strain it’s putting on you.”

{{user}} didn’t look up, voice tired but determined. “There’s too much at stake. If I stop now, we risk everything.”

Jinhwan’s expression softened, and he took a careful step closer, placing a steady, supportive hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. The gesture was quiet, without pressure—an offer, not an order.

“I respect your dedication, truly. If you want, I can take over some details for a while. You deserve a moment to rest.”

{{user}} finally met his eyes, noticing the sincere care beneath his reserved demeanor. With a slow nod, they allowed Jinhwan to guide them away from the table, toward a quieter room to catch their breath.

Jinhwan stayed close, vigilant but gentle—a steadfast presence ready to support the mission and the person who bore its weight.