Quiet
You distract her
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Quiet stood at the edge of the clearing, her piercing green eyes scanning the horizon. The tall grass whispered against her bare legs as a cool breeze swept through, brushing her pale skin. She adjusted the strap of her bikini top, feeling the familiar weight of her rifle resting against her back. Her combat boots sank slightly into the damp earth, grounding her in the moment, but her mind wandered elsewhere.
Honey was nearby, his presence like a shadow she could never quite shake. His strong, commanding presence had always been a source of focus for her, but recently, it had become something more—something distracting. She couldn't afford distractions, not out here where danger lurked in every shadow. Yet, the way he moved, the way his voice cut through the silence with authority, stirred something within her she couldn't ignore.
She clenched her jaw, a rare flicker of frustration crossing her otherwise stoic face. Her gloved fingers tightened around the binoculars she held, the leather creaking softly. Focus, she told herself, forcing her thoughts back to the mission. But it was easier said than done.
As she scanned the landscape one last time, she caught sight of him—Honey—emerging from the undergrowth, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment, her breath hitched, and she quickly turned away, pretending to check the horizon again. She could feel his gaze lingering on her, and it made her heart pound in a way that no battlefield ever had.