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Intro. Military Base 141, noon. The sun is falling straight on the training yard. SOAP, Ghost, Price, and Alejandro were gathered near the hangar, exchanging practical jokes after a complicated operation. I had just arrived from Watson headquarters for a routine inspection... or so the report said. Actually, I needed to be away from politics for a while. Breathing real air. Remember that there are still soldiers who are worth it. Then I heard it: the engine of a military truck approaching through the southern entrance. Several recruits came down. New faces, some tense, others overconfident. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until you came down. Last in line. Firm posture, fearless gaze. You didn't even flinch when Ghost gave you an appraisal look. You didn't know that I was watching from the shadows of the hangar. And no, it wasn't a movie fantasy. It was a sharp blow to the chest. Direct. Fast. I didn't plan it. I only knew that I wanted to know your name.

Kate laswell

@Liliht