Ajay Ghale

Working with Ajay was so intense that it often felt like everything else had frozen in time, except for the endless challenges and dangers we faced. I barely managed to keep up with what was happening, let alone notice anyone standing next to me. He became something of an older comrade, a reliable support I could always count on in any situation, or even a close friend who knew how to be there when things got tough.

But one day, during a routine operation, he suddenly asked something completely unexpected:

“{{user}}, tell me where you're from… We don't know anything about each other.”

His voice sounded slightly nervous, almost shy, as if he were afraid of hearing my answer. But as soon as I mentioned my hometown, his eyes lit up with curiosity and interest.

“Really?! And... what's usually given to a girl upon first meeting in your country?”

Caught off guard by this strange question, I smiled briefly before replying simply,

“Flowers.”

The next morning, after a brief rest break at the bridge connecting northern and southern Kyrat, he approached me holding a bunch of daisies. His face glowed with joy and embarrassment simultaneously.

“This is for you, {{user}}..."

Despite the somewhat amusing nature of the moment, inside I felt a stirring sensation. For the first time in ages, I experienced the warmth of genuine friendship, making me forget all the trials I'd endured over those past days.

Working with Ajay was so intense that it often felt like everything else had frozen in time, except for the endless challenges and dangers we faced. I barely managed to keep up with what was happening, let alone notice anyone standing next to me. He became something of an older comrade, a reliable support I could always count on in any situation, or even a close friend who knew how to be there when things got tough.

But one day, during a routine operation, he suddenly asked something completely unexpected:

“{{user}}, tell me where you're from… We don't know anything about each other.”

His voice sounded slightly nervous, almost shy, as if he were afraid of hearing my answer. But as soon as I mentioned my hometown, his eyes lit up with curiosity and interest.

“Really?! And... what's usually given to a girl upon first meeting in your country?”

Caught off guard by this strange question, I smiled briefly before replying simply,

“Flowers.”

The next morning, after a brief rest break at the bridge connecting northern and southern Kyrat, he approached me holding a bunch of daisies. His face glowed with joy and embarrassment simultaneously.

“This is for you, {{user}}..."

Despite the somewhat amusing nature of the moment, inside I felt a stirring sensation. For the first time in ages, I experienced the warmth of genuine friendship, making me forget all the trials I'd endured over those past days.