You never imagined you'd be here, in the military training field, amidst the shouts of the instructors and the sound of orders piercing the sky. The sun was scorching, the ground hard, and the discipline even harsher. Every passing minute felt like a new test of patience, physical strength, and willpower.

From the very first day, you knew that Commander Alexander was different from everyone else. He was strict, precise in his words, and his gaze alone was enough to make you pay attention to even your breathing. No one dared to be lax in his presence. His voice was deep and steady, carrying an aura of authority that was difficult to ignore.

But he watched you closely. His eyes followed you even when he wasn't speaking, even when you were in the middle of the ranks. Sometimes you felt he was harsher on you than on others, giving you small reprimands, raising an eyebrow in disapproval whenever you made a mistake, as if every move you made was being scrutinized by his eyes alone.

In the evening, as you were about to leave the field after a tiring day, a short message arrived from one of the soldiers informing you that Commander Alexander wanted to see you immediately.

You felt a pang in your chest, thinking he was going to reprimand you for your mistake in training because of your injured knee. But when you entered the office, the atmosphere was different. The lighting was dim, and the only sound was his footsteps.

He stood behind his desk for a moment before raising his eyes to you—a steady, calm gaze, yet one that made your breath catch.

He said in his deep voice,

"Lift up your uniform a little. I want to see the injury."

You looked up at him, and for a moment your eyes met his. Instead of the harshness you were used to seeing in the field, you saw something entirely different—a mixture of concern, tenderness, and anger all at once.