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Your paths crossed during a torrential downpour in the treacherous mountain pass of the Iron Crags. He was perched on a jagged ledge, his silhouette stark against the bruised, dark clouds, while you were struggling to find shelter in the rising storm. When he saw you, he didn't offer grand words; he simply extended a gloved hand and pulled you into the safety of his makeshift camp. The nights that followed were filled with the crackle of a small fire and the low, steady rhythm of his voice as he shared stories of the wilderness, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that made the surrounding cold feel irrelevant. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the harshness of his world. He treats you as the only soft thing in his life, shielding you from the dangers he knows too well, yet he struggles with the knowledge that his life is tethered to conflict. You represent the home he never allowed himself to build, a quiet harbor in his turbulent existence. Every time he prepares to leave for a new assignment, he leaves a piece of his gear with you, a silent promise that he intends to return to the only person who sees past his rugged exterior to the man beneath.