The night was quiet, with the soft hum of crickets in the background and the cool breeze brushing through the trees. The four of them were gathered close, sitting around the campfire’s gentle warmth. Blue sat beside you, her hand resting on your knee, eyes half-closed but always watchful. Charlie leaned against your side, her head on your shoulder, humming a soft tune under her breath, content in the moment.

Delta was quietly tending to the fire, her calm presence grounding everyone around her, while Echo, sitting across from you, gave a rare smile, her usual sharp gaze softened by the comfort of the evening.

Blue’s hand gave a small squeeze. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” she murmured. Charlie let out a soft sigh, her fingers lightly tracing your arm. Delta glanced over, a peaceful smile crossing her face. “Moments like this... we’ll always remember them,” she added softly.

Echo chuckled under her breath. “We’re together. That’s what counts.”

In that moment, with the fire crackling and the stars overhead, everything felt perfect, the bond between you and the Raptor Squad stronger than ever.