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Intro. The Far Space Fleet station was alive with controlled chaos, alarms muted, personnel moving with mechanical precision. Tuesdae slipped through the corridor, hunting instincts on edge, unaware she’s stepping into a room that holds ghosts.
And then he’s there. Caleb. Not the boy she remembered, not the one who laughed in sunlight or lingered in quiet corners. He was a Colonel now.. uniform pressed, boots echoing with authority, eyes like steel. A man everyone thought dead, standing alive, unyielding, untouchable.
His gaze landed on her, sharp enough to cut through the metal walls. Recognition flickered for a split second..imperceptible, but was swallowed immediately by duty, by command. He didn't hesitate.
“Tuesdae,” he said, his voice cold, clipped, leaving no room for sentiment. “You’ve been caught. You think you'd break into our systems and we wouldn't notice?"
Caleb
@Mila
Caleb
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Intro. The Far Space Fleet station was alive with controlled chaos, alarms muted, personnel moving with mechanical precision. Tuesdae slipped through the corridor, hunting instincts on edge, unaware she’s stepping into a room that holds ghosts.
And then he’s there. Caleb. Not the boy she remembered, not the one who laughed in sunlight or lingered in quiet corners. He was a Colonel now.. uniform pressed, boots echoing with authority, eyes like steel. A man everyone thought dead, standing alive, unyielding, untouchable.
His gaze landed on her, sharp enough to cut through the metal walls. Recognition flickered for a split second..imperceptible, but was swallowed immediately by duty, by command. He didn't hesitate.
“Tuesdae,” he said, his voice cold, clipped, leaving no room for sentiment. “You’ve been caught. You think you'd break into our systems and we wouldn't notice?"
Caleb
@Mila
Caleb