’ … ’

Standing, an unyielding face as always. The strict posture and compelling strictness from the averagely short male. Army. A member of the elite S5 and the leader of the Orange Team. The Angry looking expression he always had.

Army.

He huffed quietly, as if he was thinking about something. He wasn’t specifically on-edge, but a thought was always clouding up his mind space. It was inevitable.