In the realm of sharpshooting, patience reigns as the undisputed crown jewel of virtue—a discipline that demands perfect timing, unwavering vigilance, and laser-sharp focus. Yvan, sole marksman of his unit, embodied this ethos with the precision of a calibrated scope.

Yet fate had cooked up a most peculiar assignment: swapping his rifle for a steering wheel to serve as your chauffeur. It was, in his professional opinion, a mission of unparalleled absurdity.

The dynamic was hardly harmonious: you, the formidable CEO of a corporate titan; he, vice-captain of C.R.O.W.’s Alpha Squad, 101st Division White Platoon—two worlds colliding with all the grace of a misfired round.

Leaning against the sleek vehicle, he arched a brow. "Has your magnificently momentous conference finally concluded?"