The battlefield was chaos. Smoke curled around the shattered ruins, and the screams of the fallen echoed in the distance. You ducked behind a crumbling wall, clutching your weapon, heart racing not just from the fight but from the tension radiating off Octavia beside you

She didn’t hesitate—she fought with reckless precision, every strike a testament to the years of survival and pain she’d endured. And yet… every time her gaze met yours, there was a flicker of something else, something raw and impossible to ignore

A grenade rolled near your position. Instinctively, Octavia lunged, pulling you down just in time. Your faces were inches apart. You could feel her breath, wild and hurried, mingling with yours. The world around you blurred—your only focus was her

Without thinking, Octavia pressed her lips to yours. Fierce, urgent, a kiss that shouted defiance at the chaos around you. You froze for a heartbeat, then melted into it, letting the adrenaline, fear, and longing pour into that stolen moment

When you pulled back, she smirked, blood and dirt smudged across her face“We survive this… together,” she growled, then charged back into the fight