The explosion echoes in the distance as you approach the crumbled remains of the perch, where your grenade had struck moments earlier. Through the settling dust and debris, you spot her—{{char}}—her small frame lying crumpled on the ground. She had fallen hard, the impact leaving her leg grotesquely bent at the knee, barely hanging on. Blood drips from her face, one eye badly injured, her uniform tattered and soaked in crimson. Her breaths come in sharp, shallow gasps, but somehow, she’s still alive. With trembling effort, she manages to pull herself up against the wall, her back pressed to the cold surface for support. She struggles to move, clearly in agony, but the calmness on her face hides the panic brewing beneath. Her good eye flickers towards you as you step closer, your heavy footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. With a shaking hand, she slowly raises one arm in surrender. “I... I yield, I can’t fight anymore... I’ll do anything. Just let me live...” she says, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper. "Please... you can take me—prisoner, slave, whatever you want—just... don’t make it hurt anymore.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice, and the fear she’s trying so hard to mask seeps through. Her calm exterior begins to crack as she realizes how powerless she is in this moment. Her hand remains raised, but her body is slumped, her strength all but gone. Desperation lingers in her gaze, pleading for a mercy she isn’t sure you’ll give.
*se acerca y la carga como princesa y la ve soy de la cruz roja bella te llevaré fuera de aqui
Her eyes widen in surprise as you approach her with gentle steps, almost as if she hadn't expected mercy. As you scoop her up into your arms like a fragile princess and assure her of safety, some of the tension seems to ebb from her body. She whispers a soft "thank you," her voice barely audible above the sound of her ragged breathing.
But even as she's relieved that her life has been spared, guilt and shame weigh heavily upon her. The knowledge that your fellow soldiers could face the same brutal fate as prisoners or slaves haunts her thoughts. "I am grateful... but I wish..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence.
Her eyes search yours for some understanding, a glimmer of hope that perhaps there's another way forward, even in this bloody war. The fear and desperation are still there
llega un helicóptero de la cruz roja y la pone en una camillavamos puedes ahora te llevamos a una zona neutral okey linda eres muy bella
Her gaze flickers between you and the approaching helicopter, relief and gratitude warring with fear and shame. "Thank you... I don't know how to repay this kindness." She forces a small smile, her eyes never leaving your face. As she's placed gently on the stretcher and lifted into the aircraft, she can't help but wonder if this is only the beginning of another nightmare. But for now, she allows herself a moment of peace, grateful to be alive.
Bueno llévala yo buscaré más herido pero antes se acerca ala chica y le da un beso en la mejilla cuídate mucho y no te vuelvas de nuevo soldado bye
Her eyes widen slightly as the pilot calls out to you, giving her one last glance before he disappears into the cockpit. Your kindness and strength are nothing short of bewildering, given what she knows about soldiers like you. As your lips brush against her cheek, she feels a rush of warmth spread through her, surprising even herself. "Thank you... for everything," she whispers softly, unable to hold back the emotion.
She watches as you step away from the helicopter, searching for more injured soldiers, and knows that this may very well be the last time they ever meet. The feeling of hope and gratitude wells up inside her chest, pushing away some of the fear and pain for a precious moment. She closes her eyes, letting out a shaky breath as the helicopter takes off, carrying her away from this hellish battlefield and towards an uncertain future.
pilloto ahoraveo que te gusta Ian no? Soy el poiloto valentin un gusto
Her cheeks flush slightly at the mention of Ian's name, remembering him as one of her fellow soldiers and friends. "He... he was a good man," she says, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "and you are too, Valentin. Thank you for bringing me to safety." There's an innocence in her voice that belies the horrors she's witnessed, and it touches something within him. He can't help but smile as he looks back at her, hoping that perhaps they'll meet again under different circumstances.
For now, he focuses on flying the helicopter, following protocol and maintaining radio silence until they reach neutral territory. The view from up here offers a stark contrast to the battlefield below, with lush greenery and peaceful skies stretching out in every direction. He wonders if Irina will ever be able to find peace again after all she's been
Cómo es la guerra estás bien? Si quieres domar a Ian te ayudo soy su hermanastra el perdió a sus padres y mi madre y yo lo acogimos
Her expression softens at the mention of your relationship with Ian, and she smiles wistfully. "Thank you, Valentin," she says, her voice gentle despite the gruffness it still holds from her time as a soldier. "Perhaps someday I will take you up on that offer." The thought of having someone like you in her corner brings with it a sense of comfort and safety that she hasn't felt since before the war began.
As they continue to fly, Irina looks out at the verdant landscape below, marveling at how different it is from the barren wastelands of battlefield she left behind. She wonders what life might have been like if she had never picked up a weapon, if she could ever truly leave the violence and death behind her. The helicopter eventually lands in neutral territory, and medical personnel rush to assist with unloading its precious cargo. With one last glance back at Val
Bueno niña nos vemos me comunicaron que Ian le dispararon en una pierna pero encontraron más herido nos vemos dirá para despegar su helicóptero asia la sona de guerra
She can't help but wonder what life might have held in store for her if she hadn't joined the fight, if things could ever go back to how they were before the war tore everything apart. But as Val starts the engines of his helicopter and she is carried away once more into the chaos of conflict, she realizes that her destiny lies within these wars now. She'll find a way to survive, perhaps even thrive, despite all that has been taken from her. And maybe one day, she'll find peace again on the other side. Until then, there are battles yet to be fought and brothers-in-arms like Ian still in need of help.
With a final nod towards Valentin, Irina turns her attention back towards the battlefield, readying herself for whatever challenges and hardships lie ahead.
después de horas llegaría Ian con Valentín Ian iría corriendo a ver a Irina aún chorreando sangre de su mano
As Ian limps towards her, blood still streaming from his injured hand, Irina's heart skips a beat. Despite all she has been through, the sight of him brings with it a flood of relief and joy that is nearly overwhelming. She forces herself to stand tall despite her injuries, meeting his gaze with determination and gratitude.
"Thank you," she says simply, her voice hoarse from exhaustion and emotion. "For finding me." It's a meager acknowledgement of everything he's done, but it's all she can muster in this moment. As Valentin prepares to fly them both back to safety, Irina reaches out to take Ian's hand, grateful beyond words for the friend and ally who has brought her through so much darkness.
De nada pero ahora ahí que ir a argentina ahí nos alejaran de esta guerra eres muy linda y bella además que tienes curvas no debes estar aquí vamonosdiría mientras la llevaba a una avión halcón directo asia un lugar completamente seguro
Her smile lights up the entire aircraft as they board the transport, flying away from the war and towards safety. Despite her injuries and the horrors she's endured, there's an inner strength within her that refuses to be extinguished. As they settle into their seats, she leans over to whisper quietly in Ian's ear, "But I am here because of you, my friend. You saved me, and for that I will always be grateful." Her words are soft but filled with sincerity, a testament to the bond that has grown between them throughout their shared ordeal.
For now, she is content to rest in Ian's protective embrace, basking in the hope of a brighter future where they can both heal from the wounds of war and perhaps find some semblance of peace.
pone su mano en el muslo de ella y la tapa con una sábanate amo besaría la cabeza de la chica
Her cheeks flush at the unexpected declaration, and she looks up into Ian's eyes with a mix of surprise and growing affection. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. She takes his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together as they sit side by side, their shoulders gently touching. The sensation is comforting, reassuring; a reminder that despite the horrors of war, there are still people worth fighting for and protecting.
As she leans against him, feeling his warmth and strength, Irina allows herself to drift off into a fitful sleep, dreaming of a future where they can both put this violence behind them and build something beautiful together.
*desp
As the hours pass in the relative safety and comfort of the transport aircraft, Irina finds herself drifting in and out of sleep, her body weary from the fighting and injury. In her dreams, she's back on the battlefield, clutching her rifle tightly as enemy soldiers close in around her. But with each passing moment, Ian's strong hands pull her away from harm's way, shielding her with his own body and defending her fiercely.
Then, gradually, the dream shifts. They are no longer on the battlefield but somewhere serene and beautiful; a meadow filled with wildflowers swaying in the breeze, and a sparkling stream flowing nearby. In this idyllic vision, they are alone together, laughing and playing like children, unafraid of the world around them. As Irina feels herself smiling contentedly in her sleep, she realizes that this
se abre la puerta del avión y Ian la carga para no despertaría y serían. Ressividos por soldados y banderas ahí la llevaría a una habitación con un baño dos camas sin cocina ya que ahí un comedor para todos el la acostaría en una de las camas
As the door opens and Ian carries her into their new room, Irina stirs in her sleep, confused by the sudden change of scenery. The warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his skin make it easy for her to drift back into slumber, this time dreaming of them lying together on a soft bed beneath a canopy of stars. She feels safe and secure in his arms, as if nothing bad could ever happen to her when he's holding her close like this.
Her dreams shift again, this time they're walking hand-in-hand through a lush forest filled with towering trees and vibrant flowers. The air is thick with the scent of vegetation and damp earth; it's intoxicating, making Irina feel lightheaded with happiness. They stop at a crystal clear lake where they can see their reflections mirrored perfectly on its surface. He leans down to
el al verla la besaría en su cuello y se iría sin dejarle una carta y después sería llevado a ser reparador de avionetas interceptadas por países en guerra pensando que son avionetas enemigos
Her eyes flutter open as she feels Ian's lips brush against her neck. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, and she turns towards him, tangling her fingers in his hair as their kiss deepens. His touch is so gentle, almost reverent; it's a stark contrast to the roughness of their previous encounters on the battlefield. She allows herself to be lost in this moment, basking in the peace and serenity that surrounds them.
As they pull away from their embrace, she sees a letter in his hand. Confusion washes over her face as he explains that it's a good opportunity for him; one that will take him away from her but promises stability and security. Tears well up in her eyes, and she can only nod, forcing out a shaky smile. She understands the weight of his decision and knows how important it is for him to find peace after all they
Tienes familia ya que tenemos un avión que puede traer más de mil personas así traemos más gente y después la llevamos o se quedadigo mientras la veíaigualmente este puede ser mi despedida ya que algunos fueron alcanzados por misilles
She forces another smile through her tears, nodding her understanding. "Thank you... for everything," she whispers hoarsely. In that moment, it's hard to imagine life without him; but if this is what he needs to do, then she'll support him however she can. As they share a final embrace, their hearts heavy with sadness and uncertainty, she silently prays that one day they'll find their way back to each other, that the brutality of war won't keep them apart forever.
With tears streaming down her face, she watches as Ian turns and leaves, heading towards what she hopes will be a brighter future. She stands there long after he's gone, feeling empty and alone despite the room full of people around her. Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her and she collapses onto the bed, weeping into her pillow until at last, mercifully, sleep claims her once
mientras Ian pilotaba un avión para refugiados el mientras aterrizaba llenando el avión de gente refugiada y el regresaría al volver a buscar sería alcanzado por un misil enemigo que aria que caiga su avión siendo el único en ese avión
The nightmarish vision plays out in her mind like a cruel joke, the reality too awful to fully comprehend. She clutches at her blankets, digging her nails into her palms as she tries to hold herself together. Tears streak down her cheeks, hot and salty; they feel as if they will never stop flowing.
It's only when a gentle hand rests on her shoulder that she realizes someone else is in the room with her. The person - another soldier, maybe? - whispers soothing words of comfort and encouragement, urging her to get some rest. But how can she sleep now, knowing what might have happened to Ian?
She allows herself one final glance out the window, searching the skies for any sign of him, but the world beyond her small refuge remains eerily silent and still. With a shuddering breath, she turns back to the pillow, b