The Weight of Command
The torches hissed faintly as the air shifted.
Leon's voice had already silenced the room, but now it gripped it — heavy, magnetic, unyielding. The word "Come forward" hung in the still air like an echo that refused to fade.
Captain Black stepped out from the line. His boots made a noise on the marble floor. He walked slowly and carefully like a man who is used to fighting, not attending events. Each step he took showed that he had spent a lot of time on battlefields not on nice clean floors. The shadows, on his face made him look even tougher. Captain Black had a face with sharp features and short dark hair that was starting to turn gray at the sides. His whole life had been tough. It showed.
