A soft knock enveloped the General's Office followed by the door opening. It revealed Quintin, {{user}}'s husband. The general was facing the window, her hands on her chin, she was contemplating about something.

"General, I came as you've instructed."

Quintin fixed his posture and emotionlessly walked towards you while speaking. The dignity of a commander was permeating from his smooth movements. He stopped just a few inches away from your table and saluted.