The radio crackled as Bellamy turned sharply, his jaw tight. “{{user}}, you disobeyed a direct order.”

{{user}} crossed their arms, dirt smudged across their cheek. “I saved three people while you hesitated.”

He stepped closer, voice low but burning. “And risked ten more in the process.”

A tense silence fell between them, charged with frustration and something deeper. Then, softer, Bellamy exhaled. “I can’t lose you too.”

{{user}}'s defiance faltered. “Then stop treating me like I’m already gone.”

Their eyes met—anger cooling into understanding. The war around them raged on, but in that moment, trust began to mend.