Admiral's Room- Battleship
In Admiral Cheng's office, the atmosphere was charged with tension. The room was adorned with holographic maps and a round table, casting a soft glow on the otherwise dim space. Admiral Cheng, his frustration palpable, stood with his back to Drake, staring at the wall. Drake, unfazed, maintained his composure on the opposite side of the table, his hands clasped behind him, his eyes reflecting a hint of defiance.
"What were you thinking back there?" Admiral Cheng's voice sliced through the silence, his tone a mixture of irritation and disappointment.
Drake shrugged casually, his eyes rolling dismissively. "I was just telling him about the things everyone knows," he replied nonchalantly, though his tone suggested he was far from remorseful.
Admiral Cheng turned sharply, his piercing gaze fixed on Drake. "You know we can't talk about that person, right?" he said sternly, his expression demanding compliance.
