The commander and his team's ears perked up, their curiosity spiking as they waited impatiently for the man to show up. Their eyes were wide open, darting beyond the woman to focus on the figure emerging from within.
Im Seun, a tall man, tan with striking gray eyes, toned muscles, and deep oxblood hair that was tied in a messy bun—few strands hovering over his face—stepped forward, stopping just behind the woman to peek outside.
His eyes rested first on the commander, before darting to the other two behind him. "Who are they?" He asked, looking to his assistant.
The lady sighed, eyes fluttering close and open. "They're from the HS association," she responded calmly.
Im Seun's head snapped up toward the commander and his crew, eyes scanning them—clearly confused. Feeling the weight of commander's eyes that were locked intently on him, Im Seun shuddered slightly.
The commander's eyes were glued intently on Im Seun, refusing to even look away for a second.
