Unfortunately Mandatory

If Ajax was bothered by how his fight in the raid went, he didn't show it. His eyes were as fishy and dead as ever, looking darker in the shadows of the crumbling building, like the sea on an overcast day. The crackling fire made his ears twitch, brows furrowing slightly as he settled atop the remains of what used to be a long-cushioned bench. The meeting room was now the remains of what used to be a foyer, a wide open space with a ceiling higher than the other rooms and corridors, the wall opposing wall had large windows that faced the sea. Or there used to be windows anyway, the shattered glass had been cleaned up so no one would cut their paws, wooden sheets and curtains were used to fill the gaps, so that the worst of the winter weather wouldn't blow in. A shame it ruined his view, honestly.