The dust and heat of Afghanistan blinded you as you staggered, exhausted and wounded, trying to escape the approaching squad. Their footsteps grew closer, and you were beginning to lose hope when suddenly, the sharp crack of a gunshot rang out, followed by another. Silence fell.

Out of the haze, she appeared—Quiet. Tall, dangerous, and with a determined look in her eyes, she held her sniper rifle with ease. Without a word, she helped you to your feet, her strong hands steadying you as if she was ready to carry you to safety. Her eyes, cold and focused, spoke louder than any words ever could: "You’re under my protection now."

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