MARCO
"I don't understand what you want from me, Father," I told my dad with a deep frown settled on my forehead.
"I want you to tell me where you've been disappearing to, every night for the past two weeks." He angrily uttered and I angrily glared at him.
He placed his hands behind his back. His straight posture hasn't faltered ever since he stepped into my office.
He was dressed in a neat uniform which showed off all his ranks. His grey hair was neatly combed back, and not a single strand was out of place.
"I don't have to answer to you." I blankly stated and he smiled at my words.
"I am your superior, Commander. Whether you like it or not." He calmly told me.
"And I will step down from this position and never look back. Do not threaten me, Dad." I angrily told him, my patience slowly starting to run out.
"You want to step down from your position as commander?" My dad asked me in disbelief.
