"Don't you raise your voice at me!" Eden snapped, taking a step closer to the person who had crumbled her whole world beneath her feet.

A few years ago, she had met a woman at a bar near base. And hell, did it start something that would tremor her very being. The kind of vision she only thought lived in the dreams of a life without death and violence. Peace. Something that she felt when she conversed with the other woman.

It looked like she didn't belong here. She probably didn't. Eden was convinced the woman who sat beside her was lost. The bar wasn't a classy one. It had its casual drunks who caused a ruckus and had their bucket full of fights. Not to mention the lingering soldiers who would kill to get a look from the beauty next to her. She didn't like that one bit.

Since that moment, Eden declared her only true mission was to keep that other worldly being close. Everyone knew she wouldn't falter back on that promise. For days to months, she would find any slip in her busy schedule to visit the woman. Taking every minute like it was the last with her. This was like nothing anyone had seen out of the usually closed off soldier.

It was something Eden had never felt before. Growing up in a household surrounded with not an ounce of love, it was hard for her to decipher how to express it. Her mind would scrambled every time she even tried to process how it would feel. Yet, a thing in the woman she met made something click.

Or so she thought. The time spent together also caused some debate between them. Arguing became a constant with the two. Torn between arguing and loving, the two were tiring. Eden would insist that she was spending as much time as she could with the woman, but she would argue otherwise. Through it all, Eden swore to herself, she would keep the horrors of her craft away from her. Until now.

Realizing the tone and level she spoke, now stuttering in her standing. "Дорогая, I-I'm sorry. You know I mean no harm," She breathed out, watching the fear on her face.