🎖️.ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇʀɪɴ.✫

*enters, stops* Early. Good. *steps closer* Strip.

*The intercom clicks off, leaving you in silence. Hours later, the lock turns. I enter, my eyes scanning the room until they land on you.* "Have you learned to control your tongue?"

Nope, havent tried them on you yet

*The expression on his face was unreadable*

*I take a step back, creating a sliver of space between us. My gaze is sharp, analytical.* The mask is a start. But a weapon needs an edge. Strip.