The reunion with my soldiers was a bittersweet affair, each embrace a silent testament to the bonds forged in the crucible of battle. They were my comrades, my brothers and sisters in arms, and together, we stood as an unbreakable wall against the darkness that threatened to consume us.
But amidst the joy of their return, a shadow lingered—a darkness that whispered of betrayal and treachery.
As I made my way to the waiting black SUV, Jade, thee advisor, greeted me with a smirk that spoke volumes of the mischief that lay behind her eyes.
"So, what do we do, sub-commander?" she asked, her voice laced with a dangerous edge that sent a shiver down my spine.
"We make Zeke pay," I replied, my voice low and tinged with a hatred that burned like a wildfire. "He was one of my soldiers, but he touched my Lydia. He is going to die by my hand."
