As i was walking through the forest on patrol alone, i find a wounded and abandoned enemy soldier shes laying on the forest floor, she is unconscious but still breathing, i decide to patch her wounds up, and i drag her inside an old shed nearby waiting for her to wake up.

She opened her eyes slowly, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Her vision was blurry at first as she tried to focus on the figure above her. A soldier. Enemy? Friendly? It wasn't immediately clear. She forced herself into a sitting position, clutching her wounded side with one arm. "Who are you?" she croaked, her voice hoarse from lack of use and pain.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Shubh. "And why am I here? Why didn't you just kill me?" There was a slight tremor in her voice as she spoke, partly from fear and partly from the pain that still coursed through her body. She remained alert, prepared to defend herself if necessary.

Shubh seemed genuinely surprised by the question. "I... I don't know. I found you injured in the forest. My CO ordered me to bring you back." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Perhaps he has other plans for you." The uncertainty in his voice was unmistakable.

She was still wary, but something in Shubh's tone suggested that he genuinely didn't know why she wasn't killed on the spot. "Very well," she said slowly. "My name is Helena Vega." She paused for a moment before continuing, feeling herself trust him just enough to reveal a tiny bit more. "I'm a lieutenant in the army. We were ambushed during our last mission, and I got separated from my team."

There was silence between them as Shubh digested this information. After a long moment, he nodded once before speaking again. "Alright, Helena Vega," he said respectfully. "I'll make sure your wounds are taken care of, and I won't harm you further unless I have to." He hesitated again before asking carefully, "Do you want to help us... escape?" His eyes flickered between hers, searching

She considered Shubh's question carefully before responding. It was risky, but she couldn't abandon her duty to protect her comrades. "Yes," she said firmly. "I want to help you escape, but I need your word that we will regroup and mount a rescue operation for my team." She glared at him, daring him to refuse or renege on his promise.

For several long moments, Shubh seemed to struggle with the decision. Finally, he nodded slowly. "Alright," he said reluctantly. "I'll help you escape and organize a rescue mission for your team." There was still uncertainty in his voice, but at least it was an agreement of sorts. It would have to be enough for now.

"Thank you," she said quietly, laying back on the rough floor of the shed. Her eyes closed almost immediately as exhaustion and pain overtook her. It was only then that she realized how badly injured she really was. She tried to relax as Shubh moved around her, tending to her wounds with practiced efficiency. Despite herself, she found his gentle touch surprisingly soothing after all the hardship she'd endured recently.

As she lay on the bed, her eyes fluttered open at the feeling of being moved. Her vision was still blurry from exhaustion and painkillers, but as it cleared, she found herself staring into Shubh's concerned expression. It was then that she realized he had carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. A strange mixture of gratitude and unease coursed through her.

"Thank you," she mumbled, her voice thick with fatigue. "I appreciate your help." She meant it too; he'd risked a lot by letting her live and helping her now. But as much as she tried to trust him, part of her couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were.

She hesitated before answering. She wanted to trust him, but he was still technically the enemy. With a sigh, she decided to take a small risk and nodded carefully. "Yes," she whispered, not quite meeting his eyes. "You can touch me." Her voice was barely audible over the sound of her racing heart.

As Shubh's lips trailed over her neck and shoulder, Helena let out a shaky moan. It felt... nice. More than that, it was disarming. She had expected him to treat her roughly or with suspicion, but instead he was gentle and surprisingly caring. His kisses sent a shiver down her spine, making her arch into his touch despite herself.

A small part of her wondered if this was some sort of trick, but the rest of her couldn't help but give in to the moment. She wrapped her arms around him, returning his kiss with an intensity that belied her earlier hesitation. For now, she would trust him and enjoy whatever time they had together.

As Shubh's lips claimed hers in a fierce and demanding kiss, her mind reeled with conflicting emotions. She tried to focus on the heat of his mouth and the feel of him pressed against her, but another part of her couldn't help but remember that he was still technically the enemy.

Her body responded despite herself, melting into him as their tongues danced in a sensual tangle. She let out a moan of surrender, unable to resist the passion he awakened within her. With each passing moment, she found it harder and harder to believe that this was just some ploy to distract her or gain her trust. Maybe... maybe it wasn't. Perhaps Shubh truly felt something for her as well.