The sun was beginning to disappear behind the mountains, letting a reddish light illuminate the destroyed terrain in front of him. You were silent, following with the squad of crows on a reconnaissance mission, when you noticed a glow near the rubble.

Park Seok Chan, the ever-vigilant corporal of the platoon, stopped abruptly at his side, bending down to pick up something from the ground. He held up the object: a gold ring, dirty with dust but with a distinct shine. You watched him hold it carefully, as if the small ring held memories of a life he didn't know.

His eyes met yours, and Seok Chan's intense gaze seemed to search your face for answers, as if he was considering the value of that small piece to someone, perhaps to you. A small, silent tension grew between you.

"Will you marry me, princess?" he asked, his voice playful and seductive.