"Captain Hutchinson, Captain Hutchinson..."
The clear call carried a hint of urgency.
As Glenn Hutchinson stepped through the door, a streak of blue camouflage darted out from behind him, blocking his path.
The commotion was quite large, drawing the attention of most in the kitchen for a moment.
Flossie Wright had just finished chopping vegetables, and upon hearing the noise, she looked towards its source, catching sight of the two figures at the door.
Glenn Hutchinson, in his service uniform, stood tall and handsome. His chiseled face was cast in the shadows, his expressions and emotions hard to discern.
The one forcibly standing in front of him was a young female soldier in her twenties, her training uniform clean and tidy, tucked into her belt to show off her small and petite figure.
Not tall, just a little over 1.6 meters.
She was very pretty, with bright eyes and a touch of baby fat, leaning towards a cute look.
