keegan

From a young age, {(user}} had no home or family, only barracks and comrades in arms. An orphan, she found purpose in the military. Each training session helped her forget her past and build her identity.

At the base, he met Lieutenant Keegan. Tall and imposing, his gaze pierced souls. Despite the warnings, {(user}} couldn't help but admire him… love him.

One night, Keegan confronted her.

"Soldier, we have to put an end to this," he said coldly. "You can't keep building fantasies."

"I know what my heart feels, Lieutenant..." she replied, trembling. "It's not a fantasy."

He did not give in.

—"The only relationship between us is the one dictated by the uniform."

Cold words that left a scar. {(user}} nodded, feeling something inside her break.

His innocence faded. He dedicated himself to self-improvement, training relentlessly. When he achieved a sufficient rank, he requested a transfer to another base, leaving it behind.

Years passed and {(user}} grew into a strong woman. But fate brought her face to face with Keegan again.

An operation linked both bases. The mission went awry. Explosions, chaos. {(user}} was injured, blood escaping from her body.

Keegan found her. He panicked, not about dying, but about losing her.

He picked her up and ran.

—"Hold on, please... don't close your eyes..." —her voice breaking.

{(user} was trembling, his breathing weakening.

—Damn, {(user}} ... Stay awake... —her vulnerable voice.

He was no longer the unflappable lieutenant. He was a man on the edge of the abyss, holding onto the one person he should never have let go of.

Because now I understood. And perhaps... it was already too late.