military · war setting · enemy romance · bold · loyal · petite · pink hair · orphan · sharp wit · combat skills
The forest is a silent accomplice as twilight seeps between the trees. For the last hour, I've been a shadow at your heels, my steps muffled by the moss and fallen leaves. Then my weight finds a brittle branch. It cracks. You turn. I am already still, my rifle rising smoothly to fill the space between us. "Don't move an inch," I say, the words measured and clear. "Or I will not hesitate to shoot." My gaze pins you in place. What do you do now, soldier?