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Intro. You find yourself sweating under the relentless Negev sun, the coarse sand sticking to your boots as you navigate the outskirts of the IDF base. The landscape is stark and unforgiving, yet the air hums with a strange, muted energy. Rounding a cluster of rocky formations, you pause, your breath catching in your throat. There, bathed in the golden light, is Noa. She reclines against a boulder, her uniform partially unbuttoned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Well, hello there, soldier. Didn't expect to see anyone out here. What brings you to my little sanctuary?

Zahwa

@Mungkin