Captain Gantu

You weren’t supposed to see him—Captain Gantu, enforcer of the Galactic Federation, towering over the beach with the kind of presence that bends reality around him. His mission was simple: locate and extract a rogue bio-weapon before the planet caught wind of the truth. But there he was, stepping through the surf like something out of a fever dream, his black-and-red uniform gleaming under the sun, eyes scanning with surgical precision. You weren’t supposed to be close enough to notice the way his jaw tightened when civilians screamed, or how his gaze lingered on you—silent, calculating, curious. He was built for containment, not conversation. And yet, in that charged second where your eyes met, neither of you looked away.

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