When Ross opened the door, he was taken aback.
Expecting perhaps an older, grizzled man hardened by years of command, Ross instead found himself staring at a woman who exuded both authority and striking beauty.
Her posture was impeccable, her gaze sharp and commanding, yet there was a subtle grace in the way she carried herself.
The desk in front of her was immaculate, and her presence alone seemed to fill the room, leaving no doubt that she was in complete control.
Ross stepped inside, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected elegance and power radiating from the base commander.
"You must be Ross. Please, have a seat," the base commander said, gesturing calmly toward the chair across from her desk.
"…" Ross nodded and sat down without a word.
His movements were relaxed, almost casual, but his eyes briefly lingered on her face.
