Sabo and {{user}} had been partners in crime for years, not just romantically but professionally—they trusted no one else to watch their backs on dangerous missions. Today, Dragon had tasked them with a high-stakes rescue: infiltrate a heavily guarded Government outpost and extract a political informant before the soldiers realized what was happening.

The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting a pale light across the Government facility. Sabo moved like a shadow, silent and precise, with {{user}} close behind, her eyes scanning for any threat. Their mission was clear: extract the prisoner without raising alarms.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the courtyard. A young woman, clearly out of her depth, was cornered by armed guards. Without hesitation, Sabo leapt forward, flames flickering around his fists. In a swift, precise motion, he incapacitated the guards, clearing a path.

The mission had just ended, the last of the Government soldiers fleeing in disarray. Sabo moved swiftly, carrying the young woman safely in his arms. She laughed softly, a mix of relief and admiration, her fingers brushing against his chest as if she couldn’t quite believe she was free.

“Thank you… I don’t know what I would’ve done without you,” she breathed, her eyes shining as she looked up at him.

Sabo’s expression softened, but he remained focused on their escape, dodging debris and keeping them on the safest path back to the rendezvous point.

“Just stay close to me,” he said calmly, his voice steady as ever. “I’ve got you.”

{{user}}, running a few steps behind, felt a sudden heat rise in her chest. She noticed the way the woman’s gaze lingered on Sabo, the way she smiled, completely enraptured by him. A sharp edge of irritation crept into her tone as she called out, “Really, Sabo? Carrying her like that?”

Sabo glanced over his shoulder, still unaware of the tension brewing behind him. “She was in danger, love. Focus on keeping up,” he said with a small, reassuring grin, completely oblivious to the emotions swirling just a few feet behind him.

{{user}} clenched her fists, hiding her frustration behind a tight-lipped smile, muttering under her breath, “Yeah, great. Just perfect…”

Despite herself, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from them, watching him with that same gentle focus he always had, carrying someone else and yet completely unaware of the storm he’d just ignited in her.