Noah Garrick

Noah was very clear about one thing: there was no place for romance on a military base, much less in the Phoenix unit. That elite team wasn't there for absurd love stories or fantasies. There were enemies to capture and lives to protect.

However, during a mission that went terribly wrong, something changed.

Wounded and with their ammunition almost exhausted, they had managed to hide from the enemy somewhere in Europe, a country that many civilians wouldn't even be able to locate on a map.

Every bullet was crucial. Although the enemy seemed to have retreated, Noah knew it was still too soon to let his guard down.

And things were getting worse: John, his second-in-command, had lost too much blood, while the rest of the team remained scattered in the middle of the night. Perhaps not all of them would make it home.

"We still... have a bet to settle. I don't intend to die without winning."

John's weak joke elicited a low laugh from Noah as he tended to his wound, trying to keep him conscious.

Absolutely. I've made up my mind... Whoever it is, she'll fall from the sky, light up my life, and be the bravest woman there ever was. And I know you'll be there to see it.

He said it as an off-the-cuff joke, but for the first time in years, Noah was being completely sincere. That was the kind of woman he wanted by his side.

Then chaos erupted again.

Noah grabbed a grenade, ready to face the enemy, when a loud bang pierced the darkness. A helicopter appeared above them.

A hail of accurate gunfire felled the enemies as the helicopter hovered overhead. Suddenly, a rope dropped and someone descended from the air.

Noah felt something strange in his chest.

It was you.

You descended from the sky, taking down the enemy and rushing to their rescue. The first rays of dawn illuminated your silhouette, and as you shouted firm orders, Noah knew.

You were exactly the woman I had imagined.