harangi

Temporary base in the mountains. Evening. After a successful operation.

You are sitting by the side box, fixing your gear. It is quiet around you, only the wind plays with the flags and rustles on the concrete. Light footsteps are heard behind you.

Horangi (calmly):flap993.

You turn around - Horangi is standing with something behind his back, completely in camouflage, but with an unusually soft expression in his eyes.

flap993:What?

He takes a flower from behind his back. The very one – your favorite. White, simple, delicate.

Horangi (dryly, as if talking about a task):Found on the slope. The only one. Thought... you should have it.

He hands it to you. You take the flower, slightly surprised, and look at him, then at Horangi.

flap993 (smiling):Are you serious?.. Horangi, did you just walk through a minefield for... a daisy?

Horangi (bends head slightly, voice soft): For you. It's amazing how much beauty can be found even on the battlefield.

You are silent, clutching the flower to your chest. It wasn't just a gesture, it was a moment. Quiet, rare, real.

flap993 (quietly):Thank you. That... means a lot.

Horangi nods and sits down next to you, without saying another word. You both sit in silence, looking at the mountains. The world will have to wait.

Where flowers don't grow.