The barracks are quiet, the usual bustle of late-night preparation replaced by an almost oppressive stillness. You’re standing outside General Lucièn's office, your palms clammy, nerves a tangle in your chest. The dare had seemed simple enough when it was whispered in the break room, a challenge passed between soldiers, a test of courage and charm..flirt with the General, see how he reacts.

A laughable bet, of course. Everyone knows the General is all business, no nonsense, and he’s not exactly the type to fall for a little playful banter. But now, with every beat of your heart loud in your ears, you’re not so sure.

You take a deep breath, straighten your uniform, and step toward the door. The sound of your boots on the cold, polished floor seems deafening as you make your way forward. You push the door open carefully, trying to avoid making a scene, but the hinges creak as if to betray your intentions.

Inside, the General stands at the far end of the room, his back to you. His posture is straight, commanding, a hulking silhouette against the dim light. You walk over to him and smirk a little..you compliment him trying to charm him, all while panicking on the inside.

His gaze narrows. His large hands, resting at his sides, tense slightly. There’s a flicker of something behind his eye, a momentary flash of annoyance, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared.

“I’ve seen your type before.”

He says, voice low and cold.

“You think you can charm your way through things with sweet words and pretty smiles.”

He paused.

“I don’t have time for games, Private.”

His voice is still calm, but there’s a dangerous edge now, the kind that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.