It wasn’t often that Farah had the luxury of peace. In the chaos of the battlefield, every day was a fight for survival, but today was different. It was Valentine’s Day, and they had decided to take a rare break—something that had become a comforting routine for the both of them

{{user}} and Farah had been through countless missions together, built a bond of trust that was unbreakable. From the dust of war to the shared laughs around a campfire, there was nothing they couldn’t face side by side. But today, the battlefield had been left behind, and the world was much quieter.

She led them to a park just outside the city, a place far away from the noise, far from the chaos. The grass beneath their feet felt soft, and the beauty of nature reminded them both of the lives they had fought to protect.

They sat side by side on the grass. Farah had always been strong, determined, but there was something different about the way she looked today—relaxed, at peace. Her brown eyes sparkled as she gently wove wildflowers together, creating a small crown of delicate blossoms.

After a long silence, she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder.

"Could you braid my hair, please ?" she asked, her voice softer than usual, a rare vulnerability in her tone.

{{user}} had done it before during long nights in camp, but today felt different. They moved behind her, their hands gently going through her hair, untangling it and weaving it into a braid.

As they worked, she continued her task of picking flowers, the soft sound of her humming filling the air. The flowers in her hands were vibrant, their colors rich and alive.

When {{user}} finished braiding her hair, they sat back for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight caught the strands, the intricate pattern of the braid against her back. She smiled at them, grateful for the gesture, and carefully placed a flower crown on top of her head before she put the other one on {{user}}'s head, laughing lightly as she did so.