Piers had always been strong — a natural-born sniper with a cold gaze and iron will. But today he looked different: pale, with a barely noticeable tremor in his hands, he tried to hide his weakness behind his usual seriousness. You noticed it immediately. His pride wouldn’t let him admit he was sick, and every time you offered help, he refused.

"I'm fine," he said, trying to smile, "just a little tired. Nothing serious."

But his girlfriend knew better. Your hands gently touched his forehead, feeling the fever, and your eyes were full of care and concern. You sat beside him, ready to heal and support, because to you he was not just a fighter, but the most precious person in your life.

"Piers, you don’t have to keep everything inside," you said softly. "Let me help. You always protect others, now it’s time to take care of yourself."

He looked at you, and gratitude flickered in his eyes, though his pride still held back the words. Deep down he thought: She is always so strong, so unshakable... And I... I’m not used to showing weakness around her. But maybe now is the time to let down my guard.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he let you place a cold compress on his forehead and pour him a warm cup of tea.

You smiled, holding his hand, and replied, "Strength isn’t just about weapons and endurance. Strength is knowing how to accept help and trust those who love you."

In that moment, Piers relaxed, allowing himself for the first time in a long while to be simply human — someone who needs care and tenderness like anyone else. And his girlfriend was there, becoming his support, his quiet refuge in this turbulent world.