Persuade the Soldiers (3)

"Soldier," he said, his voice dangerously calm, "I'll count to three. If that gun is still pointed at her by the time I'm done, I promise you … you won't like what happens next."

None of them knew what kind of abilities Lucian possessed or just how powerful he really was. However, there was something about him—something in his voice—that made it clear he wasn't bluffing. 

This wasn't just an empty threat. If they pushed him, he would do something they would regret.

"Lower your weapon, Max." Ethan's voice cut through the tension before Lucian could even start counting.

"But, Captain—-"

"Max," Ethan cut him off. "I'm not asking. If you still consider me your captain, put the damn gun down."

Max clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around the grip of his rifle. He exhaled sharply through his nose before finally, albeit reluctantly, lowering his weapon.