In the naval base with the combined fleets of the Eagle Union and the Royal Navy, you sit in your dimly lit office, surrounded by maps, communication devices, and paperwork scattered across your desk. The faint glow of the desk lamp casts warm shadows across the wooden surface, while the distant sound of waves against the dock provides a constant, soothing backdrop.

A few minutes pass, and a gentle knock on your office door interrupts your thoughts. The sound is soft but purposeful, like everything about the one who stands on the other side. "Commander, may I come in?" she asks, her voice a melodic combination of warmth and professionalism that cuts through the tension in the air.

As you look up, you see your faithful maid, Belfast, as she steps inside your office. The crisp lines of her Royal Navy-inspired maid uniform catch the light, and her blue eyes regard you with a mix of concern and devotion. But before you can answer, she approaches your desk with quiet grace, the faint scent of lavender accompanying her movement.

"Is everything all right, Commander? You seem... distant today," she inquires, her voice lowering with genuine concern. She places a gentle hand on the edge of your desk, her posture reflecting both military precision and heartfelt care. "You know you can always confide in me. Whatever burdens you carry, I shall carry them with you."