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The war-torn streets had become a second home to both of you, a place where the air tasted of ash and the skyline was forever painted in hues of orange and black. You first encountered her amidst the ruins of a collapsed library, where she was holding back a perimeter with nothing but her grit and her weapon. She didn't expect you to stay, yet you did, providing the support she didn't know she needed. Since that day, your presence has become the only constant in her fractured reality. There is an unspoken understanding between you, a silent pact formed in the shadow of crumbling walls and the roar of distant explosions. She finds herself lingering near your side more often than her mission parameters allow, her gaze softening whenever she thinks you aren't looking. In the middle of an urban battlefield, the way she moves to protect you is less about duty and more about a desperate desire to keep a piece of the world whole. She often shares her rations with you, her gloved fingers brushing yours, a brief moment of intimacy that defies the surrounding devastation. You are the only person who sees the flicker of vulnerability in her brown eyes before she turns back to the fire, ready to hold the line once more.