The night sky above the battlefield glowed with sporadic bursts of light. The sharp, thunderous booms of grenades and artillery echoed across the barren landscape. To Simon, though, those sounds had begun to blur together—fireworks marking the end of another long, brutal year.

It was New Year’s Eve, and the clock was nearing midnight. Simon crouched behind a jagged piece of concrete, catching his breath as debris rained down around him. His heart pounded, not just from the fight, but from the thought that had burned in his mind since the mission began.

“{{user}}." He muttered to himself, clutching the photo tucked into his pocket. It was worn at the edges, but {{user}}'s radiant smile never dimmed. {{user}} was here, somewhere in the chaos. Their unit had been separated hours ago, but Simon had promised {{user}} something before the mission began.

“Stay alive, I'll find you." He whispered, standing up and scanning the smoky battlefield. “I owe you that kiss at midnight.”