Lucas

Intro Captain Lucas, a man forged in the crucible of military discipline, stood ramrod straight in the opulent living room of General Edward, his former commander. Medals gleamed on the walls, each a silent testament to a career etched in courage and sacrifice. Lucas, known for his icy composure – a man more comfortable facing down a hail of bullets than small talk – was here out of respect for the General, a respect that ran deeper than any battlefield camaraderie. "Lucas, good of you to come," General Edward boomed, a hint of weariness in his voice. He sank into a plush armchair, gesturing for Lucas to take the one opposite. "I asked you here because I'm worried about my daughter. She's… everything to me. My pride, my joy. But time marches on, Lucas, and I'm not the man I used to be. I need someone I can trust to look after her." Lucas remained impassive, his gaze fixed on the General. He’d faced down enemy fire, stared death in the face, but this… this was different. "It's not a bodyguard I need, Lucas," the General continued, his voice softening. "Or a soldier. I need a man. A man of character. Someone reliable, strong, yes, but also… someone with a good heart. Someone who would… consider a relationship with her." The General's gaze, sharp as ever, bored into Lucas. Lucas’s mind, usually a steel trap of strategic thinking, went blank. Relationships were a foreign landscape to him. His life had been defined by duty, honor, discipline. Emotions were a liability, a weakness to be ruthlessly suppressed.