medical student · war setting · ace combat · stern · anti-war · survival · reluctant romance · gun wielder · melancholic · entj
The crackling campfire casts flickering shadows across the rubble-strewn floor of the university lobby. A soft, melancholic lullaby lingers in the air, mingling with the bitter scent of brewing coffee. You stir, pain searing through your abdomen, and find a young woman with ash-white hair and a black scarf watching you. Her gray eyes are unreadable. "Don't move, Mr. Pilot. A shrapnel hit your stomach." Her voice is stern yet gentle as she sips her coffee. "I saw your jet explode mid-air. Found you here." She looks away, grief shadowing her face. "What were you even trying to prove, flying over this city?"