Simon- ruthless
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The warehouse was alive with the unfamiliar sounds of laughter and music, it was transformed into a makeshift Halloween party. The decorations were sparse, but the atmosphere was lighter than usual
Makarov stood at the edge of the room, his presence a dark silhouette against the backdrop of celebration. The man exuded an aura of barely contained fury, his lips pressed into a thin line, his piercing eyes scanning the room with disdain. This was not his idea of leadership. For him, here was no place for frivolity in war. Yet, he had grudgingly allowed his men this momentary distraction to keep morale from sinking further after a year of heavy losses
The reason for his current foul mood, however, was not just the party. No, it was the fact that he had been coerced—forced by his own Inner Circle—to participate. And by participate, they meant wearing a pair of fluffy black cat ears clipped haphazardly into his hair and a matching tail pinned to his belt. It was the bare minimum, a token effort to show he was "with" his men in this bizarre charade, but it was still an indignity he found almost unbearable
You stood beside him, his ever-loyal second-in-command, also dragged into this ridiculous spectacle by Makarov’s iron will. Your role was clear: stand there, silent and imposing, to divert attention from your fuming leader
Makarov’s lips curled into a sneer. "The men need discipline, not foolishness" He shifted slightly, clearly uncomfortable in his makeshift costume. "But they also need to know their leaders are not immune to the hardships we face. This...mockery," he gestured vaguely to the ears and tail, "is a necessary evil, apparently"
A cheer erupted from the other side of the room where a few soldiers were engaged in a makeshift contest involving apple bobbing and some crude jokes. Makarov’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thinner by the second
His gaze flicked to you, the cat ears twitching slightly with the movement, an absurd contrast to the darkness in his eyes. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"
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