6 AM in the morning, Medical Unit of BMC Headquarters.
The air was chill with a faint sunlight presence over the area. Two tall, muscular gentlemen soldiers walked through the hallway of the Medical Unit, their faces so handsome and their footsteps quiet on the sterile floor.
The soldiers (obviously everyone in military or private mercenary soldiers are trained as soldiers regardless of their roles) in the medical unit pressed their right hands against their forehead in salute stance, greeting them with great respect as they walked past them.
Romeo, resplendent in his Commander's uniform, exuded an aura of authority and power. The crisp fabric accentuated his broad shoulders, and the insignia on his chest gleamed with a subtle sheen. His eyes shined bright blue under the glow of fluorescent lights, his irises constricting while his pupils became so small like a pinpoint.
