You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun
Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened
he rises his hands in the air "wait ! dont pull the trigger… we are alone now. i could be useful. besides, youre wounded."
Natalia narrows her eyes at you, not taking your words seriously. "You expect me to trust someone like you? Someone who dropped bombs on my people and their homes?" She continues to aim the gun at your chest. "I could've just froze to death out here. At least then I'd be with Mama and Papa..." Tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she fights for breath against the cold wind.
"hey… your people killed my kind too. and i didnt bomb anything. we usually call me to fight enemy planes.. not to strike on land. come on, its gonna be okay."
"Even if what you say is true... What about the children? The women? They died too," Natalia shouts at you, her voice cracking with emotion. "How can I ever trust someone who was part of that?" Her grip on the gun tightens. "I'm sorry."
With one final breath, she pulls the trigger. But just as before, nothing happens. The empty click echoes through the air between you both, making it hard to ignore the truth; this pistol is not loaded.
"thank god." he takes a deep breath and starts walking in the other direction. "since you dont want my help, i’ll go and try to survive on my own."
Natalia hesitates, her mind racing with emotions. Part of her still wants to turn the gun on you and end it all right here, but another part starts to wonder if there might be some truth in your words. Perhaps you aren't as much of a monster as she thought... She watches as he walks away, his footsteps fading into the distance.
With one last look back at her downed helicopter and then back at you, she finally decides to follow after him. "Wait," she calls out, her voice quivering slightly in the cold air. "Please, I don't know what else to do... If we can't trust each other, who can we trust?"
he comes back near her. "then put the gun away. and i’ll help you walk. are we okay ?"
As he speaks, she slowly lowers her Markov pistol to her side, careful not to make any sudden movements that might trigger a reflex reaction on his part. She takes a deep breath and nods once in agreement before slowly taking one tentative step forward. "Okay," she whispers. "I guess we can try this..."
With you leading the way and her following close behind, the two of you begin to trudge through the snowy wasteland in search of shelter from the brutal storm.
after a few minutes of walking, he builds a shelter between some trees and a cliff. but the weather couldnt be worse than now : snow falls in a huge amount, and they are both freezing to death. thats when he comes close to her, and just sticks his body with her in an attempt to warm up. "im sorry for the proximity… but we’ll die if we dont."
In this dire situation, she can't help but be grateful for the warmth his body provides. She takes a tentative step closer, pressing her back against him, seeking solace in their shared heat. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the howling wind outside.
As they huddle together, hoping to survive the night, Natalia can't help but wonder if there might be a way for them to make it through this after all...
its so cold that he puts his arms around her, trying to warm her up. he doesnt feel his fingers anymore, but tries to survive.
As you hold her close and press your body against hers, she feels herself slowly starting to warm up despite the cold. It's almost... comforting in a way she never thought possible. Even through the numbness of their frozen limbs, she can feel the strength in your arms, and it gives her hope that perhaps together they might make it out of this alive. She leans into you, grateful for the much-needed support and warmth on this night.
"so… whats your name ? oh, and for your wound… the cold is good. i’ll clean it for you when the weather is better."
"My name's Natalia... and thank you," she says with a shaky breath as she thinks about your offer to clean her wound. "I don't want to be any more of a burden than I already am." She closes her eyes, willing herself not to drift off into unconsciousness as the cold and exhaustion begin to take their toll.
The wind howls outside, battering against the trees around them like a relentless force determined to snuff out any spark of hope they might still cling to. But for now, she's safe in your arms... and that's enough.
"hey… youre not a burden. and you can sleep a bit if you want. i’ll sleep. i trust you."
As the night wears on, she finds herself drifting in and out of consciousness, her body growing more accustomed to the cold and exhaustion. Every time she wakes up, she's grateful for your presence and the warmth you provide. Eventually, she falls into a fitful sleep, her mind spinning with thoughts of home and family...and somehow, now, of you as well.
The dawn breaks over the snowy wasteland like a ray of hope piercing through the darkness, casting pale golden light across their makeshift shelter. You stir first, gently waking her so they can tend to each other's wounds and figure out what to do next. The world around them looks just as bleak as ever, but somehow, with you by her side...things seem different.
"seems the weather is a bit better today…" as he say, but he still holds her in his arms. its like the confort is too good to let her go
"It does seem better..." she murmurs, slowly coming back to reality as she takes in your warm embrace and the gentle kiss of sunlight on her face. Her eyelids flutter, and for a moment she just lets herself enjoy the feeling of being held so close before reluctantly pulling away from you. "We should get going," she says softly, offering you a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
The two of them carefully begin to dismantle their shelter, folding it up and packing it into their survival kits as they plan their next move. The mountainous terrain seems endless in every direction, but at least now they have each other for company...and maybe even a chance at finding help before it's too late.
before going, he takes care of her wound with gentle care, as if she was made of paper. he is so gentle and soft
Even through the pain, she feels a strange sense of peace when you touch her wound. Your gentle ministrations make her realize that perhaps there is more to you than she thought...or maybe this was all just a twisted dream brought on by delirium and exhaustion. As your fingers brush against her skin, tracing the line of the gash and pressing firmly against it to cleanse the wound, she closes her eyes and tries to lose herself in the moment, trying to hold onto whatever sliver of comfort you provide before it slips away forever.
"done !" after he finishes with the wound, he helps her walk, holding her close to him.
As you lead the way through the treacherous mountain terrain, she takes small steps to match your pace and keeps her gaze fixed on your back, wondering if there's even a possibility that you could ever truly trust her again...or if this is all just an elaborate game leading up to another brutal betrayal. The weight of her thoughts presses down upon her like the heavy snowflakes that drift lazily past them, obscuring the world in a veil of white that seems to stretch on forever.
But despite it all, she finds herself clinging to your presence and grateful for whatever protection and warmth you provide in this merciless place...even if only for as long as you choose to offer it. The future holds nothing but uncertainty for them both, but perhaps together they might find a way through the darkness that seems to engulf them.
night comes again and they lay down in a single tent together, as close as the night before despite the weather being a bit nicer. its a sign of trust and confort, and maybe more. he holds her again, in his arms, close to him
As the night envelops them once again, she nestles closer to your warm body, grateful for the safety and comfort you provide in this unforgiving environment. With each beat of your heart against her ear, she feels a strange sense of calm wash over her; as if somehow, impossibly, you've become a beacon of hope amidst all the pain and suffering that has defined her world for so long. The touch of your skin against hers sends shivers down her spine not born of fear or loathing, but rather...a strange new sensation she can't quite name yet.
As weariness pulls at her eyelids once more, she drifts off to sleep knowing that for now, you are by her side...and somehow, that thought is enough to carry her through the endless night.
he doesnt sleep well this night, waking up from nightmares often, and waking her up too. each time he excuses himself, and caresses her hair to calm her, and calm him too it seems.
Even through the fog of sleep, she can feel you stirring beside her, your gentle touch a welcome balm against the unease that seems to haunt you even in slumber. She murmurs softly, offering what comfort she can as you brush your fingers through her hair, trying to soothe yourself...and perhaps in some small way, her too. It's a strange dance they've found themselves caught up in, this push-and-pull between trust and doubt, fear and desire. Despite the darkness that still lies ahead of them, she can't help but feel that somehow, together, they might find their way through it...if only you'd let yourself believe that possibility exists.
morning rises once more, they move, and find a frozen lake that they cross. but in the action, she falls through the ice, and shes completely wet and freezing. he takes her out the water to a shelter he built quickly, and just starts undressing her so she doesnt freeze to death.
She doesn't resist as you strip her wet clothes away, grateful for your haste in getting her out of the cold water and into a dry set of borrowed clothing. "Thank you," she whispers shakily, curling up on the rough-hewn blankets as they wrap around her like a lifeline. Her teeth chatter uncontrollably, the icy chill burrowing deep into her bones despite the warmth that now surrounds her. It's almost... soothing... to feel your presence so close, almost protective in its intensity...
But even as she revels in the closeness you provide, a small part of her can't help but wonder what will happen when they finally reach safety and are forced to confront the truth of who they are...and what they represent. The guilt weighs heavily upon her, a crushing burden that threatens to drag them both down even further into
he sees her perfect body and blushes a bit, but still takes her naked body in his arms so she doesnt freeze. "im sorry for this situation… its a bit awkward, but theres no other choice."
With her back pressed firmly against your chest and your arms wrapped securely around her, she can't help but feel a strange warmth spreading through her at your touch. It doesn't erase the guilt or shame that accompanies their situation...but for just a moment, it makes it all bearable. "It's okay," she murmurs softly, her voice raw from exhaustion and emotion. "We're in this together."
As the morning wears on, you begin to search for food or any other sign of life that might indicate they aren't truly alone out here after all. The hopeful fluttering in her chest whenever you return with news grows stronger with each passing moment...perhaps against all odds, there is a chance for them both to find their way home again.
The question remains, though: what kind of home will they go back to once they finally reach it?
he comes back in the tent and she is still naked, as her clothes are drying above the fire. he blushes then turns his head around before entering. "sorry. i didnt mean to peak on you."
"It's alright," she whispers, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as she tries not to meet your gaze. She hasn't dressed yet simply because it's far too cold and awkward to even consider moving right now. It's an odd feeling, this vulnerability...to be so exposed to someone who just hours ago wanted her dead. But somehow, in the face of death itself, their relationship has evolved into something more than simple adversaries...something deeper, more profound.
"Have you found anything?" she asks, her voice barely audible above the crackle of the fire. Anything to distract from this uncomfortable silence that seems to grow between them with each passing moment...
"no.." he takes her again in his arm to warm her up a bit more, but his embrace is a little bit gentler than usual. "you know… if we met outside all this… maybe we would’ve been close. i mean…"
She laughs softly, surprising even herself with the sound. "I don't know," she admits, relaxing into your embrace a bit more. "Our worlds are so different...so far apart." As he speaks of their lives outside this nightmare, it brings her back to reality for just a moment; the weight of what they've lost and left behind pressing down upon them with crushing force. But then your words wash over her once more: "...maybe we could've been close."
Her heart skips a beat at the possibility...the thought that perhaps, in another life, you might have meant something to her as well. It's intoxicating; heady and strange all at once. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, searching for any sign of sincerity in your expression...anything that might give away what you're truly thinking.
"i mean… if the war ends, will you try to find me ?"
Her heart leaps into her throat at the question, and she feels herself blushing hotly despite the cold. The thought of seeking you out...of trying to find a place in this world where the two of you could belong together...it's terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
"I..." She swallows hard, struggling to find the words. "Yes," she finally manages, her voice barely more than a whisper. "If we make it through this...if there's even a chance...I will find you." Even as she says the words, she can't help but wonder if they are lies...or perhaps the most truthful thing she's ever said in her life.
without a warning, he cups her cheeks and kiss her softly. its as if it was necessary. "im… sorry. but i…"
The feel of your lips against hers sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible to think of anything other than the desire that surges through her at your touch. She responds instinctively, wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the kiss, losing herself in the sweetness of your mouth and the strength of your embrace. As you kiss her, she knows with every fiber of her being that there is no going back from this; their fates are irrevocably intertwined now, bound together by desire and necessity...and maybe even something more.
With a sigh, she pulls away from the kiss, gasping for breath as her entire body trembles with emotion. "I don't know what's happening between us," she whispers, "but I want to find out." She takes your hand in hers and presses it against her chest, feeling your heart beat wildly beneath her fingers; a
He takes her hand in his and presses it against his chest, letting her feel the rhythm of his heart as if to say that he feels the same way. It's a moment fraught with uncertainty, but there is an undeniable sense of hope blossoming between them; the first spark of something real and true in this desolate world torn apart by war. As they lie together under the flickering light of the fire, their bodies pressed tight against one another for warmth, Natalia can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there might be a way to make it through all of this...together.
he kisses her again, looking deep into her eyes. he says playfully : "im glad you didnt kill me in this plane."
She smiles up at you, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm sure it would've been a waste anyway," she teases, running a hand through your hair as you kiss her again. The playfulness between them feels almost magical, like they're both somehow oblivious to the world outside their little haven of intimacy. She sighs contentedly, pulling away from the kiss just enough to gaze into your eyes once more, a question dancing on the tip of her tongue...
"So," she says finally, not quite able to meet your gaze, "what's it like where you're from?"
"its a shithole. im better here with you than where im from." he kisses her again, once more
Her heart swells at your words, and she finds herself believing you in that moment, despite everything that's happened. Maybe there is hope for them after all; a future where they can find happiness together amidst the ruins of their world. She kisses you back with equal fervor, relishing the feel of your lips on hers and the strength of your arms as they hold her close. It feels so right...so perfect, she almost forgets that there's a war going on outside. Almost.
But as another wave of passion sweeps over them, washing away doubts and fears like leaves in a storm, she knows that tonight at least, they can pretend that everything is alright; that tomorrow may bring brighter skies...and the promise of something more.
he is bricked up but doesnt seem to make a move on her. he continues kissing her, even when it comes to night time.
She curls closer to you, enjoying the safety and comfort your body provides against the cold night air. Even as exhaustion begins to overtake her, the heat of your touch keeps her awake, making it impossible to think about anything but the way you move against her, the soft whispers that brush across her skin...
It's as if time has stopped here with us; in this tiny tent tucked away from the world. For now, there is only you and me, and the passion that binds us together under the endless night sky.
he sucks her tongue while they kiss. "oh, natalia…"
Her name on your lips is enough to send shivers down her spine, and the feeling intensifies when you suck on her tongue. She moans into your mouth, arching her back against the cold ground as desire overtakes every sense in her body. Her hands fumble with his clothes, desperate for the freedom to touch more of his skin; to feel him underneath her fingers and toes.