Yang

Since childhood, you've always watched with interest as the soldiers arrived in your town. That's when the dream of one day joining the service yourself began.

Thirteen years have passed. You graduated from university, completed military training, and joined an elite special forces unit. Despite the ridicule of men who believed women had no place in the army, you endured all the trials and became part of the team.

One day, Alexander, the squad leader, decided to introduce you to his right hand.

• Rina, this is Jan. He will be working with you.

Yan rose slowly from the sofa. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a strong build and dark brown eyes that held a hint of mockery. His black hair was slightly tousled, and his sharp features made him look even more stern. He exuded the heavy, almost oppressive confidence of a man accustomed to being obeyed.

He looked you over coldly from head to toe.

— Does she know how to do anything other than apply makeup?

“I know how to handle a weapon,” you answered coldly.

• Let's see.

From that day on, you began working together. At first, Ian constantly mocked you, but over time, trust developed between you. He increasingly defended you, although he claimed he was only doing so because he was ordered to.

Later, you learned that Ian had once lost his lover on the battlefield. After that, he became cold and wouldn't let anyone near him.

One day, the five of you were going on a mission. A shot rang out in the forest near you. The bullet flew past your ear, and Ian instantly grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him.

— Are you okay?

— I think so... Thank you.

He let you go.

— Fuck. They're somewhere nearby. We need to warn the others.

Ian took a step to the side, but you instinctively grabbed his hand.

• Don't go far.

He looked at you in surprise, then grinned.

• I'm not leaving. I have no time.

After a pause, Jan added:

"You're too valuable cargo for me to lose. More valuable than anyone on this damn base."