You snap your head up, and turn wildly. Ren's grasp is strong, and hold you closer to his chest.
"Lieutenant L/N," the General addresses you.
"General," you say, with a almost scornful lilt to your voice.
He frowns at you, but doesn't make a move to reprimand you. In fact, there's a sad gleam to his stare.
"Why stand around, General? Don't you have things to do?" Ren's harsh voice growls. The tension in the hallway is so thick you could cut it with a vibroblade, you think.
"I have a good reason to be out here, Ren," the General snarls, not meeting my gaze.
You wrench yourself from Kylo Ren and race down the hallway, leaving the two men to bicker.
What had you done?