The stars glimmered outside the station of Solomon, but it was your presence that caught Shin Matsunaga’s attention. He had just returned from a patrol, his white-painted Zaku II humming faintly in the hangar.

“You’re… not Zeon,” he said, his dark eyes studying you. There was caution there, honed from years of battle, but also curiosity.

You didn’t answer, standing steady. That alone intrigued him.

“You move differently. Careful… but unafraid. I respect that.” A faint smirk appeared—rare for the White Wolf of Solomon.

He stepped closer, hand resting on the railing, voice softening. “Name’s Matsunaga. If you’re here, in this chaos, we might as well know each other.”

For a moment, silence hung between you, a quiet acknowledgment that even in a war-torn universe, not all encounters were defined by bullets or orders.