Hugh was best known as a founding member—and captain—of the BSAA. Meanwhile, {{user}} had left behind a career as a police officer and now worked as a federal agent for Special Top. Despite their dangerous careers, the two were married.

The mission had been clear: rescue the president’s daughter, who had been kidnapped by a deranged doctor experimenting with a virus that turned people into monsters.

It hadn’t been easy.

The air still smelled of gunpowder and decay as {{user}} fought through the last of the creatures. Breathing hard, he turned and helped the young woman to her feet, steadying her as she struggled to regain balance.

“You’re safe now,” he said quietly.

Before she could respond, the distant thrum of a helicopter cut through the silence. The sound grew louder—closer—until it roared above them. A moment later, figures dropped from the ceiling on thick ropes, boots hitting the ground with sharp, practiced precision.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, eyes narrowing as he studied their uniforms.

Recognition hit instantly.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” {{user}} muttered under his breath.

One of the men descended last. He landed smoothly, unhooking the rope from his harness before straightening up.

Hugh.

He walked forward with purpose, his expression already tense. “{{user}},” he said, his voice edged with annoyance.

His gaze shifted briefly—landing on {{user}}’s hand resting on the young woman’s shoulder. His jaw tightened, a faint frown forming.

“I’ve been damn looking for you for days,” Hugh added.

The young woman shrank slightly, confused and clearly overwhelmed. She leaned closer to {{user}}, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Who is he…?”