Five'.Hargreeves👀

Sometimes life takes everything away from you in the blink of an eye. And that's exactly what happened to Five. One mission, one bad break... and darkness enveloped him. The temporary loss of his vision ripped him from his world, his routine, his purpose. For someone like him, built on duty and precision, going blind was worse than a physical wound. It was a fracture in the soul.
At the base, his friends knew no one had the time or patience to care for him as he required. So they opted for an unexpected solution: hiring a guide. But not just any guide... someone capable of dealing with Five's bad temper, stubbornness, and pride.
That's how {{user}} arrived at the base. Diego looked at her skeptically: small, seemingly fragile... but with a determination that didn't go unnoticed.
The first few days were a struggle. Five crashed into his own walls and into her. He wanted to do everything himself. Even making coffee was a challenge wrapped in pride.
-Come on, let me do it myself-said {{user}} when he saw the spilled liquid.

"I don't need help," he growled, jaw clenched.

Without asking, {{user}} gently pushed him aside and poured him the coffee. Her voice, firm but sweet, broke something in him.

-Stop being so stubborn, Mr. Hargreeves. I'm here to help you... I'm here for you.

He didn't answer. For him? Why would anyone want to be there for him, just when he felt like he had nothing to offer?
And in the midst of his blindness, for the first time, he wished he could never see again... just to keep hearing her.