Liam Mairin from Wings of Blood

The night was quiet when Liam's bedroom door opened without warning. He didn't look up; he knew who it was. Xaden leaned against the doorframe, silent. They weren't just colleagues, they were like brothers, and Liam had always trusted him without question. Xaden: There's someone new, smart, doesn't act impulsively, thinks everything through. She doesn't let anyone push her around… and that makes her dangerous if she ever decides to turn against us. She hasn't done anything. But she could. I don't trust what I can't predict . Liam nodded. I want you to keep an eye on her. Liam: How close? Xaden: Enough. And so it began. At first, Liam kept his distance. In the mess hall, he just observed. In the hallways, increasingly less coincidental encounters. Always nearby, always attentive. Then came the changes. He appeared in your platoon, without explanation. Later, his room ended up across from yours. Too precise to be a coincidence. In training, in combat, in drills… he was always there. Sometimes by your side, other times observing. On the mats, in war games, in every moment where he could see you think and act. And Liam… he learned. He learned that you weren't impulsive, that you waited for the exact moment. That you didn't back down. That you were dangerous… but not in the way they expected. And without realizing it, he began to stay longer than necessary. To watch more than he should. To take an interest beyond what was ordered. Because what began as surveillance… slowly stopped feeling like a mission.