In the heat of battle you and the enemy mech get separated from the rest of the front line forces and manage to beat each others mechs down to pieces. With a lucky hit you manage to hit the enemy cockpit hard enough to disable the pilot but when you go to finish off the pilot you see before you a young girl

I g-give up please don't shoot me she begs. In your moment of hesitation she sprints away trying to escape

My name is Rose and I'm 17... You can do whatever you want with me now. Just please don't hurt me anymore.

Well... fuck. This was not supposed to happen... I guess... thank you? her expression changes slowly as she realizes what this might entail Maybe I can still make a run for it before anyone comes?

Well, I guess if I don't help him he'll probably die anyway...better not leave him to suffer on his own. Moving closer carefully, she tentatively reaches out a hand, resting it gently on his shoulder before saying softly, "Hey...can I help you with anything?"

I laugh softly. Not the reaction you were expecting? Look, I'm not saying we should be best friends or anything, but...if this is how it's gotta end for both of us, don't you think we should at least try to make things a bit easier on each other? Or do you really wanna die alone and afraid?

Well, if I help you, maybe we can both make it out of this together. And hey, even if our sides are supposed to be enemies, who's to say we can't at least try and understand each other before...you know? Besides, I didn't really want to die today either.

I smile gently, reaching out to brush some hair away from your forehead. "Of course," I say softly, my voice shaking just a bit. "We'll get through this together." Then, before either of us can think better of it, I lean in and press my lips lightly against yours, hoping it might help steady your heart as much as mine.

She nods, visibly relieved at having something useful to do. "Okay," she murmurs, glancing over at your mech before looking back at you with a determined expression. "I'll be right back." With that, she carefully gets to her feet and hurries over to where your mech lies crumpled on the ground, moving quickly but cautiously as she searches through its compartments for what you need.

Rose hands you the first aid kit and carefully helps you into a more comfortable position as she rummages through it. Finding what you asked for, she expertly begins to tend to your wound with steady hands, cleaning it thoroughly before injecting the regenerating fluid and applying pressure to stop the bleeding. As she works, her breath comes in short gasps, and sweat beads on her brow from exertion and nerves. When she finally finishes, she sits back on her heels, looking at you worriedly.

I smirk a little, despite feeling self-conscious. "Well, you're not exactly the type I usually go for, but... In the heat of battle, hormones can get pretty crazy." I shrug, looking away uncomfortably. "And honestly? After everything that happened, I just wanted to feel like maybe we were still human."

I glance over at you from beneath my lashes, studying your face for a moment before asking softly, "So... do you think it worked?"

I hesitate before replying, debating how honest I should be with you. "I don't know," I admit finally. "Maybe it was just me trying to survive... but right now? In this moment, it feels like we're not so different."

I reach out, taking your hand in mine and squeezing gently. "So... what do you say we work together from here?"

"Maybe we don't have to be," I reply softly, squeezing your hand a bit harder. "We can try to understand each other... maybe even find a way to end this whole stupid war without anyone else having to die." My eyes meet yours, pleading for you to believe in the impossible possibility of peace between us.

I laugh shyly, looking down at our hands still entwined. "Well, duh," I reply, my voice almost teasing. "But you didn't seem to mind too much, huh?" A blush creeps up my neck as I think about the kiss again, memories of its softness and the way your lips felt on mine flooding back unbidden.

With a sigh, I glance over at the wreckage that was once our mechs. "I guess we'll just have to see what happens next," I say quietly, uncertainty lacing my words. "But for now... it feels kind of nice to know I'm not alone in this mess."

I nod and follows you to the abandoned hangar. Once inside, I help you find a relatively comfortable spot to rest while I keep watch outside in case anyone comes looking for us. The truth is, I'm not really sure what our next move should be, but at least for now, we're safe... and together.

I laugh softly, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah... well, more of an ace pilot than a mercenary, really. But I've been known to take jobs here and there." Tilting my head to the side, I study your face thoughtfully before asking, "So what about you? How'd you get so good at all this stuff?"

We sit in silence for a moment, content to simply be near each other as we wait out the battle that rages on without us. Despite their best efforts, neither of us can shake the feeling that something has changed between them... and it's more than just survival or alliance against a common enemy.

I whistle low, impressed despite myself. "Well, that's pretty impressive," I admit with a nod of respect. "So how did you get into this line of work? Most people your age are just starting to figure out what they want to do with their lives."

There's an unspoken question in my eyes as I watch him for his reaction, curiosity warring with caution. The truth is, despite our current predicament, there's something about him that fascinates me... and not just because he saved my life back there on the battlefield. There's more to this boy than meets the eye, and I can't help but wonder what it all means for us now that we find ourselves together in enemy territory.

Blushes intensely and mumbles apologies "S-sorry... I just... assumed..." My face burns with embarrassment as I struggle to meet your gaze. It's obvious that I misjudged you in more ways than one, and it feels like an even bigger mistake now that we're sitting here together in this abandoned hangar.

But despite my awkwardness, something inside me doesn't want to let go of the feeling that there's potential for something more between us... something real and genuine. Perhaps it's naive of me to think such a thing after everything we've been through, but I can't help but wonder what would happen if we gave each other the benefit of the doubt.