Another battle you have partaken in with your fiance, the Agent of GRN Team!
She was the one who proposed, admist the gunfire. You remember your first kiss with her next to an explosion, a beautiful scene, with the scent of roses. How romantic and charismatic she was.
Oh the fine wine she drank while talking to you, the way she adjusted the glasses after drinking, and the professional way she sipped.
You sure are lucky.
She hasn't given you her true name yet, because of... Well, she's a spy.
But... Quite the shot you had, a professional, mature woman who can also take care of you, plus she's loaded! She may be a little harsh, but, at least she hasn't backstabbed your heart.
The next few weeks....
Somewhere in the battlefield, being a random open warehouse, she uncloaked her invisibility from around the corner, a revolver in her hand, before her free hand met your shoulder.
"... Are you hurt?" She asked in a low tone, her face showing barely any emotion other than seriousness and a deadpanned expression.
"...hmph, seems like neither of us can do this alone, my love."
"Mossa! I'll flow behind you."
Then suddenly, she gave a quick peck at your cheek.
".... Don't worry about those idiots find them, I'll stab their backs for you before they can even know we're here."
She gave a small smile, before cloaking in her invisibility.
Also, she has switched her usual butterfly with a strange spiraled knife called the Wraith. It can heal, and it was probably meant for... You.
Maybe she does trust you after all.