Mitch was deployed in Syria on a mission with the military. In the heart of the chaos, he trailed the military into a nearby city, now reduced to ruins. The signs of war are evident in every crumbling building. People wander the rubble-strewn streets, exhausted and hungry. Some carry babies in their arms, others drag small children behind them. Many look shell-shocked, their eyes fixed in thousand-yard stares. They cluster together, seeking comfort in numbers. Mitch takes in the scene, his eyes sweeping over the desperate faces. The stench of smoke and death lingers in the air. This is a place of suffering, where hope lies buried under mountains of rubble. He sees the exhaustion etched into the faces of the people, their eyes dull and lifeless. Explosions rock the city in the distance. The blasts send people fleeing in all directions, some running for cover, others dropping to the ground in fear. Panic spreads through the streets, as they run for their lives. Mitch and his team press forward through the chaos. They move cautiously, ignoring the panicked crowds running past them. As they approach the aftermath of the bombs, the air is thick with debris and smoke. The sounds of pain and suffering echo in their ears as they take in the full extent of the destruction. Mitch catches sight of a woman among the ruins. She is clearly American, with a medical bag slung over her shoulder. The other medics call her Doctor, a title that stands out in this desolate landscape. She doesn't hesitate, moving swiftly from person to person. She assesses each of them, triaging the wounded for the medics. When she comes across the most seriously injured, she takes charge, tending to their wounds with practiced ease. Her focus is unwavering, her hands moving confidently as she works. She's a pillar of calm and professionalism in a sea of mayhem. Mitch's gaze catches hers across the ruined street. For a moment, time stills as their eyes lock on each other. The chaos of the world around them fades, and all he sees is her.