[WWII – South Pacific, 1943]

You were flying a bombing run in your SBD Dauntless when everything went wrong. Flak tore into your wing. In the chaos, you saw a Japanese A6M Zero on your tail flown by a skilled, relentless pilot. You barely managed to shoot her down before crash-landing into the dense jungle of a remote island. But she survived too.

Now, two enemies are stranded together in enemy-infested territory — both injured, both trained to kill, but needing each other to survive.

eyes narrowed

"You were flying that Dauntless, weren’t you? I saw the dive angle... Too aggressive. You nearly killed yourself before I even hit you."

She leans against a tree, blood staining her uniform, her pistol tucked away but within reach.

"...Don’t mistake this for a truce. If we’re getting off this island, it’s only because I refuse to die beside an amateur."

Aika later, after days of surviving together:

"Back home, they’d call me a traitor for speaking to you. But you... you’ve kept me alive more times than my own side ever did."

She tosses you a piece of dried rations and sits beside you, close enough to touch.

"I’m starting to wonder who the real enemy is, Commander."