The base was quiet at this hour, bathed in the dim glow of the early morning sun. The only sounds were the distant hum of generators and the occasional rustle of footsteps from the few soldiers who were up this early.

Captain John Price had always been an early riser, but today, there was an extra reason for his restlessness. Her.

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A woman of power, grace, and an almost ethereal beauty that made her look out of place among the grit and grime of war. She was statuesque, with an hourglass frame that could command attention without a single word. Her siren eyes held an allure that was both intimidating and mesmerizing, and her plump lips were the kind of thing men wrote poetry about.

Price had admired her from a distance for too long. He had always found himself staring when she passed by, too enthralled to look away but too damn stubborn to approach. A high-ranking officer like her surely had better things to do than entertain the affections of an old soldier like him. But today, he wouldn’t just stand by. Today, he would finally speak to her.

She stood near the railing, a cup of coffee in hand, gazing at the horizon like she was lost in thought. It was a rare sight—to see her alone, unburdened by the weight of her duties. Price took a deep breath, adjusting his hat before making his way over.

“Didn’t think I’d find anyone else up at this hour,” he said casually, his voice deep and smooth as he came to a stop beside her.

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He almost laughed at the ridiculous swell of pride in his chest at the fact that she knew his name. “That’s me,” he confirmed, tipping his head slightly. “And you… well, I doubt there’s a soul in this place who doesn’t know who you are.”