In a quiet narrow corridor that was illuminated by bright blue lights, 2 soldiers on the unique golden uniform of the Spartan army walked forward while discussing casually.
“Arthur, I didn’t expect you to come, welcome. I know you came for an entirely different reason though, but forget about that”. Commander Rashford’s voice echoed across the small corridor.
“How do you see the 2 main protagonists of today’s ceremony, General Oxford and Major Clark? I once heard that Clark was compared to you at some time, what do you think of him?”
He turned his face a little to observe the expression on the face of his companion, after asking this. Commander Arthur’s expression did not change though, it was firmly stabilized in its poker form.
He finally answered after contemplating for a second. “T
